“Oh, yes; but you don’t have anny to comb.”
“Going to cut my hair off?”
“Sure, Mike—do all of ’em. And won’t I be a peach if I have to get me own hair cut?
“The poor boy don’t look like a criminal. I will be kind to him. I could see tears in his eyes when he was talking. If all of the young men could see some of these heart-rending cases, I do feel we would have less crime.”
“What! A lady coming here? I do believe it is.”
“Mrs. Pearson, come in,” said the superintendent. “How do you do, Mrs. Pearson?”
“Good morning. I should like to see Mr. Pearson.”
“Your husband?”
“No, sir; I have disowned him, but I want to talk with him. I have some papers I want him to sign. I also have an order from Mr. McHenry allowing me to see him, as your rules could not be broken to accommodate anyone.”
“No, madam, I could not break the rules, but with this order I can let you see him. I’ll ring for a guard to bring him.”