Tapp?" she asked, presenting him
with a cup of tea that he did not want.
"Ha! Beg pardon!" ejaculated the candy manufacturer. "Did you think I
was watching you?"
"I _know_ you were," she rejoined. "And your disapproval is marked.
Tell me my faults. Of course, I sha'n't like you if you do; but I am
curious."
"Huh! I'd like to see what that son of mine sees in you, Miss
Grayling," he blurted out.
"Does he see anything particular in me?" Louise queried, her color
rising, but with a twinkle in her eye.
"He's crazy about you," said I. Tapp.
"Oh! Is _that_ why you and he disagreed?"
"It's going to cost him his home and his patrimony," the candy
manufacturer declared fiercely. "I won't have it, I tell you! I've
other plans for him. He's got to do as I say, or----"
Something in the girl's face halted him at the very beginning of one of
his tirades. Positively she was laughing at him?
"Is _that_ the reef on which you and Lawford have struck?" Louise asked
gently. "If he chooses to address attentions to me he must become
self-supporting?"
"I'll cut him off without a cent if he marries you!" threatened I.
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