I thought you were merely having a mild flirtation with that young man
in the full light of understanding."
Louise controlled her voice and her countenance with an effort. "Tell
me, Aunt Euphemia," she repeated, "just who Lawford Tapp is?"
"His father is a manufacturer of cheap candies. He is advertised far
and wide as 'I. Tapp, the Salt Water Taffy King.' Fancy! I presume
you are quite right; they probably were nothing more than clam diggers
originally. The wife and daughters are extremely raw; no other word
expresses it. And that house! Have you seen it close to? There was
never anything quite so awful built outside an architect's nightmare."
"They own Tapp Point? _That_ is Lawford's home? Those girls are his
sisters?" Louise murmured almost breathlessly.
"Whom _did_ you take that young man to be, Louise?"
"A fisherman's son," confessed her niece, in a very small voice. And
at that Aunt Euphemia all but fainted.
But Louise would say nothing more--just then. On the approach of some
of her friends, Mrs.
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