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At almost the same moment Lawford Tapp raised his eyes and saw her; and
his heart immediately beat the call to arms. Louise Grayling's morning
face, framed by the sash and sill of her bedroom window, was quite the
sweetest picture he had ever seen.
It was only for a moment he saw her, her bare and rounded forearm on
the sill, the frilly negligee so loosened that he could see the column
of her throat. Her gray eyes looked straight into his--then she was
gone.
"Actress, or not," muttered the son of the Salt Water Taffy King,
"there's nothing artificial about her. And she's Cap'n Abe's niece.
Well!"
He saw the figure on the porch, smoking, and hailed it:
"Hey, Cap'n Abe! Those fishhooks you sold me last evening aren't what
I wanted--and there's the _Merry Andrew_ waiting out there for me now.
I want----"
The figure in the armchair turned its head. It was not Cap'n Abe at
all!
"Mornin', young feller," said the stranger cordially. "You'll have to
explain a leetle about them hooks. I ain't had a chance to overhaul
much of Abe's cargo yet.


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