"
"Do you like it?" she asked him, watching his face covertly.
"I hate it! But I can stick, just the same. I have a scheme for
improving the taffy cutting machines, too. I think I've a streak in me
for mechanics. I have always taken to engines and motors and other
machinery."
"An inventor!"
"Yes. Why not?" he asked soberly, "Oh! I'm not going to be one of
those inventors who let sharp business men cheat them out of their
eye-teeth. If I improve that candy cutter it will cost I. Tapp real
money, believe me!"
Louise's eyes danced at him in admiration and she dimpled. "I think
you are splendid, Lawford!" she murmured.
It was a mean advantage to take of a young man. They were on the open
beach and every eye from the lighthouse to Tapp Point might be watching
them. Lawford groaned deeply--and looked it.
"Don't," she said. "I know it's because of me you have been driven to
work."
"You know that, Miss Grayling? Louise!"
"Yes. I had a little talk with your father. He's _such_ a funny man!"
"If you can find anything humorous about I.
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