"'Nonsense!' says Bill. 'It isn't your business, it's your nerve that
you've got to hire money on--and your clothes. You do what I tell you.
Come to my tailor's in the morning.'
"Well, to cut a long story short, I did it. I rigged up to beat that
bank president himself. When he saw me in about two hundred dollars'
worth of good clothes he considered the case again and recommended the
loan to his board. 'You put your facts much more lucidly to-day, Mr.
Tapp,' is the way he expressed himself. But take it from me, Lawford,
it was my clothes that made the impression.
"So!" ruminated Mr. Tapp, "that is one thing Bill Johnson did for me.
And later, as you know, he came into the candy business with me and his
money helped make I. Tapp, the Salt Water Taffy King. Lawford, Bill is
like a brother to me. His girl, Dorothy, is one of the nicest girls
who ever stepped in a slipper."
"Dorothy Johnson is a really sweet girl, dad," Lawford agreed. "I like
her."
"There!" ejaculated I. Tapp. "You let that liking become something
stronger.
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