“So that I can be up and take breakfast with you; then you will be sure to go early to find the little girl.”
June was as good as her word, for when Scott entered the breakfast room she was there with her toilet complete, and the thought entered Scott’s mind that if June was a little fly-away there was business about her, that when she set out to do a thing she could make some sacrifice to do it.
“Is it not a lovely morning?” said June, as Scott lifted her into the carriage. “Please hurry and get the poor little girl out of the dark.”
“She is no doubt at the police court ere this,” said Scott.
“Why, I don’t see why she should be taken to two horrid places to be locked up.”
“She will not be locked up there, she will have her trial, and if she has no friends to pay her fine she will be sent to the reform school.”
“Oh, how dreadful! But you don’t seem to feel very sorry, Scott. Just think of it if it were me?”
“But you see, it is not my sister,” said Scott.
“But she may be somebody’s sister.”