Dorothy's just the girl for you to marry."
"_What_?" gasped the skipper of the _Merry Andrew_, almost losing his
grip on the steering wheel.
"You get my meaning," said his father, scowling. "I've always meant
you should marry Bill's daughter. I had your mother write her last
night inviting her down here. Of course, your mother and the girls
think Bill Johnson's folks are too plain. But I'm boss once in a while
in my own house."
"And you call mother a matchmaker!"
"I know what I want and I'm going to get it," said I. Tapp doggedly.
"Dorothy is the girl for you. Don't you get entangled with anybody
else. Not a penny of my money will you ever handle if you don't do as
I say, young man!"
"You needn't holler till you're hit, dad," Lawford said, trying to
speak carelessly.
"Oh! _I_ sha'n't holler," snarled the Taffy King. "I warn you. One
such play as that and I'm through with you. I'm willing to support an
idle, ne'er-do-well; but he sha'n't saddle himself with one of those
theatrical creatures and bring scandal upon the family.
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