"No," said Prue. "He won't do that. Ford isn't a butterfly. You must
admit that he's as steadfast as a rock in his likes and dislikes. Once
he gets a thing in that head of his------Well! I'm sure he's fond of
Miss Grayling."
"But that big actor?" suggested Cecile.
"Surely," gasped Mrs. Tapp, "the girl cannot fancy such a person as
_that_?"
"My! you should just see Judson Bane," sighed Cecile.
"He's the matinee girl's delight," drawled Marian. "Ford has the
advantage, however, if he will take it. He's too modest."
Mrs. Tapp's face suddenly paled and she clasped a plump hand to her
bosom. "Oh, girls!" she gasped.
"_Now_ what, mother?" begged Prue.
"What will I. Tapp say?"
"Oh, bother father!" scoffed L'Enfant Terrible.
"He doesn't care what Ford does," Prue said.
"Does he ever really care what any of us does?" observed Marian, yet
looking doubtfully at her mother.
"You don't understand, girls!" wailed Mrs. Tapp, wringing her hands.
"You know he made me write and invite that Johnson girl here.
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