“Very true, and if she is that somebody is the one to feel badly over it, is he not?”
“Yes, but then perhaps her brother doesn’t know it, and some one who does should help her, don’t you think so?”
“Yes, we should help each other as much as we can in this world, but it is more than likely that the little girl you have taken such an interest in will do the same wicked act again.”
“Well, she will be happy once, anyway.”
“That depends on whether she promises not to repeat the offense.”
They reached the station. Scott entered, and there among the low and degraded of the city sat the young culprit. Her black hair dropping down over her forehead made the dusky face, which was slightly pale, look almost wild, as the great black eyes wandered over the countenances around her. There was no fear, but as she turned her eyes toward the judge it seemed to Scott that a look of injured pride, so deep that scorn, hatred 14 and intense mortification, all were blended in that one glance. She cast her eyes full upon Scott’s face. As he approached her a short, sharp cry escaped her lips. He touched her lightly on the shoulder and said:
“Little girl, do you not wish to go home?”
“I can’t,” she said, looking almost fiercely at the judge. “I can’t go home. I have got to go to—to—I don’t know where.”
Scott stepped up to the judge, and after a few moments’ conversation left the room, ordering her to follow him. He placed her in the close carriage, and, shutting the door, said:
“Now, June, you must finish the business yourself.”