That is, when I shear a sheep I have to hold him." They all laughed, and so the moment of readjustment passed.

Presently Carley found herself sitting at table, directly across from Flo.

A pearly whiteness was slowly warming out of the girl's face.

Her frank clear eyes met Carley's and they had nothing to hide.

Carley's first requisite for character in a woman was that she be a thoroughbred.