“You want to see Mr. Lloyd?” she asked.
“Oh no!” replied Ellen.
“Mr. Robert Lloyd?” The girl, whose name was Nellie Stone, laughed a little meaningly as she said that.
Ellen blushed. “No,” she said. “I think I want to see the foreman.”
“Which foreman?”
“I don't know,” replied Ellen. “I want to get work if I can. I don't know which foreman I ought to see.”
“To get work?” repeated the girl, with a subtle change in her manner.
“Yes,” said Ellen. She could hear her heart beat, but she looked at the other girl's pretty, common face with the most perfect calmness.
“Mr. Flynn is the one you want to see, then,” said the girl. “You know Ed Flynn, don't you?”
“A little,” replied Ellen. He had been a big boy when she entered the high-school, and had left the next spring.