Their one
ambition was to get into that exclusive social set in which they felt
their money should rightfully place them. But a house on the Back Bay
does not always assure one's entrance to the circles of the "gilded
codfish."
Mr. Tapp went down to the dock again after a time. Lawford had the
_Merry Andrew_ all ready to set out on the proposed fishing trip. The
sloop was a pretty craft, clinker built, and about the fastest sailing
boat within miles of Cardhaven. Lawford was proud of her.
"So you're back at last, are you?" snapped the Salt Water Taffy King.
He was a portly little man with a red face and a bald brow. His very
strut pronounced him a self-made man. He glared at his son, whose cool
nonchalance he often declared was impudence.
"I've been waiting some time for you, dad. Hop aboard," Lawford calmly
said.
"You took your time in getting back here," responded his father, by no
means mollified. "And you knew I was waiting. But you had to stand
and talk to a girl over there. Cicely says it is that picture actress
who is staying at Cap'n Abe's.
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