"We've only got fifteen minutes," Longman said. "So we must get down to business. Did they bring you to the warden's house at once?" "No. At first--the first night I was in a cell. It was about nine the next morning the warden came and took me out." "Just as I was telling you," Longman said to Mrs. Karner. "When they read the newspapers, they got scared and made an exception for her. Your newspaper campaign did it." "What?" And Mrs. Karner told Yetta all about it; how angry her friends were to hear of her being accused of assault and how they had made an awful row in the papers. Yetta's face burned. If Longman had been alone, she would have told him the truth in spite of Braun's interdiction. But she was not sure that Mrs. Karner would understand. "It's hard on you, Yetta," Longman said, "to be locked up. But it's great business for the strike. It was just such a picturesque outrage as this that was needed to attract attention. The papers are full of it, and everybody's for the vest-makers. The girls took a collection on the street yesterday and got nearly a thousand dollars. The bosses are scared. Their organization is breaking up. Two of the shops have settled already. It looks like a victory all round." For ten minutes more they gave her the hopeful news and loving messages. Then they saw the warden coming across the grass. "Is there anything you'd like to have me send you?" Longman asked. "I'd like some books that tell about Socialism." "Warden," Longman said as the official approached, "we've enjoyed this visit very much. We're greatly obliged to you for your especial kindness to Miss Rayefsky. Would you have any objection to my sending her some books?" "She can read my books, if she wants to," he said gruffly. "That's very kind, I'm sure. But she wants to study. It's some books on economics I want to send her." "I've no objection," the warden said. "Send them to me. But no newspapers." Mrs. Karner kissed her again, and Longman shook hands. There had been little of such kindness in Yetta's life, and their visit touched her deeply. The thoughts of the last few days had been tinged with bitterness. It was softened by the realization that she had friends. In the great city there beyond the river were people who cared for her. And what wonderful people they were! The Department tug swung out into the current, and Yetta saw Mrs. Karner waving her handkerchief. She jumped up to wave back. When Mrs. Karner sat down, there were tears in her eyes. "Do you suppose she'll keep the faith?" she asked Longman. He was surprised by the question. He had never heard Mrs. Karner use the word "faith" before. She was ordinarily brilliantly cynical. "I don't quite understand."