To make the punishment fit the crime.
The punishment fit the crime.
And make the prisoner pent
Unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment.
Of innocent merriment!


And there you were! To make the punishment fit the crime. Wall in
the Bolsheviki, the I.W.W.'s, the Red Socialist, the anarchists - and
let them try it for ten years. Those left would be glad enough to
embrace democracy and sanity. The poor benighted things, to imagine
that they were going forward there in Russia! What kind of mentality
was it that could conceive a blessing to humanity in the abolition of
baths and work? And Cutty felt sorry for them. Well, as for that, so
did Kitty Conover; and she would continue feeling sorry for them so
long as they remained thousands of miles away. But next door!

"Grapefruit, eggs on toast, and coffee; mademoiselle is served!" she
cried, gayly, sitting down and attacking her breakfast with the zest
of healthy youth.

Often the eyes are like the lenses of a camera minus the sensitized
plate; they see objects without printing them. Thus a dozen times
Kitty's glance absently swept the range and the racks on each side
of the stovepipe, one rack burdened with an empty pancake jug and
the other cluttered with old-fashioned flatirons; but she saw nothing.

She was carefully reviewing the events of the night before. She
could not dismiss the impression that Cutty knew Stefani Gregor or