"
"Chaperon! Ye gods and little fishes! Miss Grayling, no matter where
you go, or with whom, you are perfectly safe with _that_ as a chaperon."
"How rediculous, Mr. Bane!" the girl cried, laughing. Betty strode
through the sand to the spot where they stood. "This is Mr. Bane,
Betty," Louise continued, "Mrs. Gallup, Mr. Bane."
The actor swept off his sou'wester with a flourish. Betty eyed him
with disfavor.
"So you're one o' them play-actors, be you? Land sakes! And tryin' to
look like a fisherman, too! I don't s'pose you know a grommet from the
bight of a hawser."
"Guilty as charged," Bane admitted with a chuckle. "But we all must
live, Mrs. Gallup."
"Humph!" grunted the old woman. "Are you sure that's so in ev'ry case?
There's more useless folks on the Cape now than the Recordin' Angel can
well take care on."
"Oh, Betty!" Louise gasped.
But Bane was highly amused. "I'm not at all sure you're not right,
Mrs. Gallup. I sometimes feel that if I were a farmer and raised
onions, or a fisherman and caught the denizens of the sea, I might feel
a deeper respect for myself.
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