"You are
impossible, I fear," she said and put aside--not without a secret
pang--her interest in Lawford Tapp, an interest which had been
developing since she first met the young man.
He allowed the subject to lapse and began telling her about the ledges
on which the rock cod and tautog schooled; where bluefish might be
caught on the line, and snappers in the channels going into the Haven.
"Good sport. I must take you out in the _Merry Andrew_," he said.
"She's a peach of a sailer--and my very own."
"Oh! do you own the sloop, Mr. Tapp?"
"I guess I do! And no money could buy her," he cried with boyish
enthusiasm. "She's the best lap-streak boat anywhere along the Cape.
And _sail_!"
"I love sailing," she confessed, with brightening visage.
"Say! You just set the day--so it won't conflict with your work--and
I'll take you out," he declared eagerly,
"But won't it conflict with your duties?"
"Humph!" he returned. "I thought your idea was that I didn't have any
duties. However," and he smiled again, "you need not worry about that.
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