Camille nodded regretfully.
"I kinder thought maybe Mr. Dalton might get him out," was the next remark in a despairing tone.
"I hope they will soon, Lucy, but it takes time. Have you been to see him yet?"
"I?" Lucy started, and stared at her.
"Yes, you to be sure. He has been such a good friend of yours. Of course they'll do all they can—Mr. Dalton and Joyce—but you know him so much better he could tell you things he wouldn't them. Then, he must get awfully lonely for his own friends. He suffers terribly over it all."
"But—but—you know what he's in jail for?"
"Of course. But nobody believes he is guilty. Miss Lavillotte says, and so does every one, that it was just an accident."
"He was mad at pa, though, fearful mad!"
"Yes, he owns to that. But he had gotten control of himself. He simply meant to shut him up where he could not harm you."
Lucy sighed.