He nodded.
“Then, I will—to-morrow.”
“Don't ever tell me what isn't true, Nedda! People do; that's why I didn't ask before.”
She answered fervently:
“I won't! Oh, I won't!”
She dreaded this visit to the prison. Even to think of those places gave her nightmare. Sheila's description of her night in a cell had made her shiver with horror. But there was a spirit in Nedda that went through with things; and she started early the next day, refusing Kirsteen's proffered company.
The look of that battlemented building, whose walls were pierced with emblems of the Christian faith, turned her heartsick, and she stood for several minutes outside the dark-green door before she could summon courage to ring the bell.
A stout man in blue, with a fringe of gray hair under his peaked cap, and some keys dangling from a belt, opened, and said:
“Yes, miss?”
Being called 'miss' gave her a little spirit, and she produced the card she had been warming in her hand.