"The Lord knows I'm sorry for Tom; he was always good to Janet." This reminded Mrs. Grayson of her daughter, and she went to the open door of the dining-room and called, "Janet! O Janet! It's curious how she stands by Tom. She's off in the sulks, and won't answer a word I say. I suppose you'll have to go his bail," she said with apprehension. "No, it's not bailable. They don't bail prisoners charged with capital offenses." "That's a good thing, anyhow. I hate to have you go security." "I suppose Martha'll be able to pay the lawyers," said Thomas Grayson. "She won't expect us to do any more for Tom. It's bad enough to have to stand the disgrace of it." "Janet! Janet! O Janet!" called Mrs. Grayson anxiously. "I declare, I'm uneasy about that child; it's nearly half an hour since she went out. I wish you'd go and have a look for her." But at that moment Janet rushed in breathless through the kitchen. "O Pa! I've been over to the jail to see Tom." "You've been to the jail!" said Grayson, recoiling in his heart from such an experience for Janet. "Yes, an' they've put Barbara and Aunt Martha in there too, along with Tom." She was bursting with indignation. "Thomas," said Mrs. Grayson, as she gathered up the hitherto neglected breakfast plates, "Martha and Barbara have come from home this morning." "I suppose so," said Grayson, looking out of the window. "Now it's not going to do for us to let them go without coming here to breakfast," said the wife. "People will say we're hardhearted; and when they once get to talking there's no knowing what they _won't_ say. They might blame us about Tom, though the Lord knows we did _our_ best for him." "Will you go and ask Martha and Barbara to come over?" said Grayson, with a sneaking desire to escape the disagreeable duty. "I can't bear to," said his wife. "I hate to go to the jail and see Tom there. Besides, if they're coming I must make some coffee." Grayson stood still and looked out of the window. "Will they let them come if you ask 'em?" inquired Janet. "Let who come?" said her father abstractedly. "Aunt Martha and Barbara and Tom." "Of course they'll not keep your Aunt Martha nor Barbara. They haven't killed anybody." "Neither has Tom. He told me to tell you he hadn't." "I suppose they all talk that way. 'T ain't like Tom to lie about anything though. He generally faces it out, rain, hail, or shine. I wish to goodness he could prove that he didn't kill George. Where are you going, Janet?" "To fetch Aunt Martha and Barbara. I wish they'd let Tom come too." Grayson spent as much time as possible in getting his hat and looking it over before putting it on. Then, when he could think of no other pretext for delay, he started as slowly as possible, in order to give Janet time to fetch his relatives away from the jail before he should encounter them. Janet found her aunt coming out of the prison in order to allow the sheriff to go to breakfast.