"Well, they did have a shindy," repeated L'Enfant Terrible. "When
daddy gets on his high horse------"
"Ford wished to see you before he went away, Miss Grayling," broke in
Prue, with an admonitory glare at her young sister. "He told us he was
so confused that day he fell overboard from the _Merry Andrew_ that he
did not even thank you for fishing him out of the sea. It was awfully
brave of you."
"Bully, _I_ say!" cried Cecile.
"Really heroic," added Marian. "Mother will never get over talking
about it."
"Oh! I wish you wouldn't," murmured Louise. "I'm glad Betty and I
saved him. Mrs. Gallup did quite as much as I----"
"We know all that," Prue broke in quickly. "And daddy's made it up to
_her_."
"Yes. I know. He was very liberal," Louise agreed.
"But mercy!" cried Prue. "He can't send _you_ a check, Miss Grayling.
And we all do feel deeply grateful to you. Ford is an awfully good
sort of a chap--for a brother."
Louise laughed outright at that. "I suppose, though never having had a
brother, I can appreciate his good qualities fully as much as you
girls," she said.
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