69/74 "Y'u've met this Isbel twice." "It wasn't any fault of mine," retorted Ellen. How aboot that ?" Ellen smarted under the blaze of blood that swept to neck and cheek and temple. But it was only memory which fired this shame. What her father and his crowd might think were matters of supreme indifference. "An' Daggs heah--" "Daggs nothin'!" interrupted that worthy. |