CHAPTER IVESCAPE
The “wagon” called for them at half-past two that afternoon. It was already well filled with women prisoners gathered from several precincts, and the officers who were to appear against them in court. Larry and Phillida were the only passengers from their station.
The motor-van backed to the curb, and the inevitable children gathered to see. Up in the front there was one of those battered and utterly reckless old harridans who are the policeman’s bane. As Phillida climbed in she sang out:
“Hello, deary! You are a fresh peach to be sure! What did they take you up for?”
“Be quiet there!” cried Larry indignantly.
“Now, Adonis!” drawled the old soul derisively.
There was a general laugh which greatly encouraged the humorist.
“A pretty boy like you oughtn’t to be rude to
