There was but one person in the motor boat. He was
hatless and was dressed in soiled flannels. It was the young man,
Lawford Tapp, of whom Cap'n Abe did not altogether approve.
"He must work for those people over there," Louise Grayling thought.
"He is nice looking."
It could not be possible that Lawford Tapp had descried and recognized
the figure of the girl from the Tapp anchorage!
He no longer wore his hip boots. After shutting off his engine, he
guided the sharp prow of the launch right up into the sand and leaped
into shallow water, bringing ashore the bight of the painter to throw
over a stub sunk above high-water mark.
"Good-morning! What do you think of it?" he asked Louise, with a
cordial smile that belonged to him.
"It is lovely!" she said. "Really wonderful! I suppose you have lived
here so long it does not appeal to you as strongly as to the
new-beholder?"
"I don't know about that. It's the finest place in the world; I think.
There's no prettier shore along the Atlantic coast than The Beaches.
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