"Oh, Ford, my boy----"
"Now, mother, don't turn on the sprinkler again," advised L'Enfant
Terrible. "It will do you no good. And, anyway, I guess Ford hasn't
any too bright a chance with the Grayling. You ought to have seen that
handsome Judson Bane lean over her when they were walking up to Cap'n
Abe's. I thought he was going to nibble her ear!"
"Cecile!"
"Horrid thing!" Prue exclaimed. "I don't know where she gets such rude
manners."
"That boarding school last winter completely spoiled her," complained
the mother. "And I sent her to it because Sue Perriton and Alice
Bozewell go there."
"And I had a fine chance to get chummy with _them_!" snapped Cecile.
"They were both seniors."
"But really," Marian went on, "your entanglement with that movie
actress is sure to make trouble for us, Ford. You might be a little
more considerate. Just as we are getting in with the Perritons. And
their guest, Mrs. Conroth, was really very nice to mother this morning
on the beach. She has the open sesame to all the society there is on
this side of the Atlantic.
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