"Do--do you suppose he knew it all the time?" questioned Marian.
"Never! Just like old Doc Ambrose says, there isn't much above Fordy's
ears but solid bone," scoffed L'Enfant Terrible.
"Wait till ma hears of this," murmured Prue, and they proceeded to beat
a retreat for home that their mother might be informed of the wonder.
Lawford was already out of sight.
"How really fortunate Fordy is," murmured Mrs. Tapp, having received
the shocking news and been revived after it. "Fancy! Mrs. Conroth's
own niece!"
"It's going to put us in just _right_ with the best of the crowd at The
Beaches," Prue announced. "We've only been tolerated so far."
"Oh, Prudence!" admonished Mrs. Tapp.
"That's the truth," her second daughter repeated bluntly. "We might as
well admit it. Now, if Fordy only puts this over with this Miss
Grayling, they'll _have_ to take us up; for it's plain to be seen they
won't drop Miss Grayling, no matter whom she marries."
"If Fordy doesn't miss the chance," muttered Cecile.
"He can't!"
"He mustn't!"
"He wouldn't be mean enough to drop her just to spite us!" wailed
Marian.
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