"One hundred and twenty."
"All right. Now, you read every word of it, and tell me how you like it when you bring it back, will you?"
Lucy tucked it carefully under her veil, but lingered.
"Isn't Miss Lav'lotte going to be here to-day?"
"No, I think she went into the city, probably to see Mr. Nate Tierney."
Camille spoke deliberately, turning to replace a volume in the large pine case as she did so.
"Do—do you know where 'tis she goes to see him?" asked the girl in a low voice, glancing about her with a furtive air.
Camille looked at her quickly.
"Don't you know? Haven't they told you?'"
"Then he is in—jail?"