The Judge started to say something, but he was interrupted by a little old lady rising from one of the seats.
"Judge, jest you give me that girl and the baby. I'll take her."
The Judge looked over his glasses at the excited, flushed face of the old lady in front of him.
"What's that?"
"I said, jest you give me that girl and the baby, and I'll take her. I'll take her right home with me."
The Judge looked at her a moment in silence; then the young man beside the lady came forward and said:
"May I speak with you a moment, Judge Carlow?"
There was a whispered conference between the Judge, Dr. Eaton, and the kindly-faced, white-haired probation officer, and then the Judge turned to the young girl.
"Discharged in care of Miss Drusilla Doane," he said.
The girl and her baby came with the doctor through the gates which separated those who were entwined in the meshes of the law from the onlookers; then, stopping to get Drusilla, Dr. Eaton and his charge left the court-room.