“She certainly is steeped in crime,” said Scott, “but for all that I pity her.”
“And to think,” added June, “that the policeman 5 will take her to the station and lock her up; won’t it be terrible? I wonder what kind of a place it is anyway.”
“Oh, she will no doubt be shut up until to-morrow, and if no one appears to bail her out she will be sent to the reform school,” said Scott.
“Well, it is no more than she deserves,” said Mrs. Wilmer.
“But just to think,” said June, “of being locked up all night, and perhaps her mama will be waiting for her, and the poor little girl all alone in the dark—but she told the policeman she was not afraid.”
“There is not the least doubt of that,” said Mrs. Wilmer. “It is quite likely she is accustomed to being locked up.”
“I have very pleasant news for you, June,” Mrs. Wilmer said; “I have just received a dispatch by telegraph saying that Irene Mapleton will be here in a few days. Isn’t that nice?”
“I don’t see anything nice about it,” answered June, honestly; “she cannot amuse me any, for she is older yet than brother Scott.”
“But she sings and plays beautifully, and you cannot help loving her. I always enjoy her society; she writes such lovely poetry, too.”
“Well, I can’t see anything very nice about writing poetry. I am sure that will not amuse me at all.”