"For the Lord's sake, Master Stumpy, come in quick and shut the door behind ye! The racket downstairs is sending Miss Isabel nearly crazy, poor lamb.

And it's meself that's wondering what we'll do to-night, for there's no peace at all in this wooden shanty of a place." "Be quiet, Biddy!" Scott's voice made calm, undaunted answer.

"You can go if you like.

I've come to sit with Miss Isabel for a while.

And I've brought her a visitor.