"Yes," said Grayson reluctantly; "it'll be expected of us, Charlotte, to stand by him. He's got no father, you know. And I suppose George Lockwood was aggravating enough."
"The Lord knows I'm sorry for Tom; he was always good to Janet." This reminded Mrs. Grayson of her daughter, and she went to the open door of the dining-room and called, "Janet! O Janet! It's curious how she stands by Tom. She's off in the sulks, and won't answer a word I say. I suppose you'll have to go his bail," she said with apprehension.
"No, it's not bailable. They don't bail prisoners charged with capital offenses."
"That's a good thing, anyhow. I hate to have you go security."
"I suppose Martha'll be able to pay the lawyers," said Thomas Grayson. "She won't expect us to do any more for Tom. It's bad enough to have to stand the disgrace of it."
"Janet! Janet! O Janet!" called Mrs. Grayson anxiously. "I declare, I'm uneasy about that child; it's nearly half an hour since she went out. I wish you'd go and have a look for her."
But at that moment Janet rushed in breathless through the kitchen.
"O Pa! I've been over to the jail to see Tom."
"You've been to the jail!" said Grayson, recoiling in his heart from such an experience for Janet.
"Yes, an' they've put Barbara and Aunt Martha in there too, along with Tom." She was bursting with indignation.