"Oh! Johnny, that's grand!" murmured Mazie.
The rest of the journey was accomplished in silence. Now and again Mazie gave Johnny's arm a little squeeze, as if to make sure he was still there.
"Gee, kid," Johnny exclaimed as Mazie reappeared, after a half hour in the matron's room. "You sure do look swell."
She was dressed in the plain cotton dress furnished by the city to destitute prisoners. But the dress was as spotlessly clean as was Mazie's faultless complexion.
"Gee, Mazie!" Johnny went on, "I've seen you in a lot of glad rags but this tops them all. Looks like you'd just come from your own kitchenette."
Mazie bit her lip to hide her confusion. Then blushing, she said:
"Johnny, I'm hungry. When do we eat?"
"I know a nice place right round the corner. C'mon. Where's Cio-Cio-San?"
"Gone to the Emergency hospital."
"Hanada," Johnny exclaimed. "I must find out about him."