"I don't see," stormed I. Tapp, "why you can't take up with a nice girl
and marry. Why, at your age I was married and we had Marian!"
"Don't you think that should discourage me, dad?" Lawford put in.
"Marian is nobody to brag of, I should say."
"Hah!" ejaculated his father. "She's a fool, too. But there are nice
girls. I was talking to your mother about your case last night. Of
course, I don't want you to say anything to her about what I'm going to
tell you now. She's got the silliest notions," pursued Mr. Tapp who
labored under the belief that all the wisdom of the ages had lodged
under his own hat. "Expects her daughters to marry dukes and you to
catch a princess or the like."
"There are no such fish in these waters," laughed Lawford. "At least,
none has so much as nibbled at my hook."
"And no nice girl will nibble at it if you don't come ashore once in a
while and get into something besides fisherman's duds."
"Now, dad, clothes do not make the man."
"Who told you such a fool thing as that? Some fool philosopher with
only one shirt to his back said it.
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