Chapter 7

“Marg’ret honey, I want you to do something for me.” “What is it?” “Will you—will you go and tell Jim something?” “Tell him—what?” cried Margaret. “Tell him—that I—was married to Ned Rogers in Redway—this afternoon.” Margaret stared at Isabel without saying anything. Isabel, the confession over, was herself again. She laughed and caught Margaret’s hand. * * * * * “You _do_ look flabbergasted, honey! Now, don’t scold. It isn’t a bit of use. Just sit down by me on the sofa and let me expla…