Tapp.
"Why," murmured Louise, "then that will be the making of him, I have no
doubt. It is the lack I have seen in his character from the beginning.
Responsibility will make a man of him."
"Ha!" snarled I. Tapp. "How about _you_? Will you marry a poor man--a
chap like my son who, if he ever makes twenty dollars a week, will be
doing mighty well?"
"Oh! This is so--so sudden, Mr. Tapp!" murmured Louise, dimpling.
"You are not seriously asking me to marry your son, are you?"
"Asking you to?" exploded the excitable Taffy King, with a wild
gesture. "I forbid it! Forbid it! do you hear?" and he rushed away
from the scene of the festivities and did not appear again during the
afternoon.
Mrs. Tapp, all of a flutter, appeared at Louise's elbow.
"Oh, dear, Miss Grayling! What _did_ he say? He is so excitable."
She almost wept. "I hope he has said nothing to offend you?"
Louise looked at her with a rather pitying smile.
"Don't be worried, Mrs. Tapp," she assured her. "Really, I think your
husband is awfully amusing.
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