"
"Dot Johnson!" chorused the older girls, in horror. "Not really?"
Marian continued. "The Johnsons are impossible."
"They've got more money than daddy has," said Prue.
"But they have no aspirations--none at all," murmured Marian, in
horror. "If Lawford married Dot Johnson it would be almost as bad as
his being mixed up with that picture actress."
"For him; not for us," said Prue promptly. "Of course, as far as the
Johnsons go, they are too respectable for anything. Poor Fordy!"
"Goodness!" snapped Cecile. "It's not all settled. The banns aren't
up."
The girls wheeled into the grounds surrounding the Tapp villa just as
Betty Gallup guided the _Merry Andrew_ to the dock and leaped ashore
with the mooring rope.
Tapp Point consisted of about five acres of bluff and sand. At great
expense the Taffy King had terraced the bluff and had made to grow
several blades of grass where none at all had been able to gain root
before.
The girls saw the queer-looking Betty Gallup helping their brother out
of the sloop.
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