"But you've a
good, solid cranium as I've often told you. Not much to get hurt above
the ears--mostly bone all the way through. Not easy to crack, like
some of these eggshell heads."
Lawford felt the effects of the blow, however, for the rest of the
evening. His father was away and so he had no support against the
organized attack of the women of the family. Although it is doubtful
if I. Tapp would have sided with his son.
"It really serves you right, Ford, for taking that movie actress
sailing," drawled Marian.
"It is a judgment upon him," sighed their mother, wiping her eyes.
"Oh, Ford, if you only would settle down and not be so wild!"
"'Wild!' Oh, bluey!" murmured L'Enfant Terrible, who considered her
brother a good deal of a tame cat.
"At least," Marian pursued, "you might carry on your flirtation in a
less public manner."
"'Flirtation!'" ejaculated Lawford, with a spark of anger--and then
settled back on the couch with a groan.
"My goodness me, Ford!" gasped Prue. "You're surely not in earnest?"
"I should hope _not_," drawled Marian.
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