"
Louise laughed blithely.
"Why, Betty," she said, "lots of city women who do their own housework
don 'knickers' or gymnasium suits to work in. No excuse is needed."
"Humph!" commented the old woman. "I had no idee city women had so
much sense. The ones I see down here on the Cape don't show it."
The morning breeze was light but steady. The _Merry Andrew_ was a
sweetly sailing boat and Lawford handled her to the open admiration of
Betty Gallup. The old woman's comment would have put suspicion in
Louise's mind had the girl not been utterly blind to the actual
identity of the sloop's owner.
"Humph! you're the only furiner, Lawford Tapp, I ever see who could
sail a smack proper. But you got Cape blood in you--that's what 'tis."
"Thank you, Betty," he returned, with the ready smile that crinkled the
corners of his eyes. "That is a compliment indeed."
The surf only moaned to-day over Gull Rocks, for there was little
ground swell. The waves heaved in, with an oily, leisurely motion and,
it being full sea, merely broke with a streak of foam marking the ugly
reef below.
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