"I say, Rea!" cried Jusy. "It is a shame they had to come away!"
"I told you so, Jusy," said Rea gently. "But you didn't seem to care then."
"Well, I do now!" he cried. "I didn't think how bad they'd feel. Now if it were in Italy, I'd go and tell the King all about it. Who is there to tell here?" he continued, turning to his Uncle George. "Who is there here, to tell about such things? There must be somebody."
Mr. Connor smiled sadly. "The trouble is, there are too many," he said.
"Who is above all the rest?" persisted Jusy. "Isn't there somebody at the top, as our King is in Italy?"
"Yes, there is one above all the rest," replied Mr. Connor. "We call him the President."
"Well, why don't you write and tell him about Ysidro?" said Jusy. "I wish I could see him, I'd tell him. It's a shame!"
"Even the President could not help this, Jusy," said Mr. Connor. "The law was against poor Ysidro; there was no help; and there are thousands and thousands of Indians in just the same condition he is."
"Doesn't the President make the laws?" said Jusy.
"No," said Mr. Connor. "Congress makes the laws."