Tapp in his present mood
you are a wonder!" he exclaimed. "Oh, Louise!" He could not keep his
hungry gaze off her face.
"You're a nice boy, Lawford," she told him, nodding. "I liked you a
lot from the very first. Now I admire you."
"Oh, Louise!"
"Don't look like that at me," she commanded. "They'll see you.
And--and I feel as though I were about to be eaten."
"You will be," he said significantly. "I am coming to the store
to-night. Or shall I go to see your aunt first?"
"You'd better keep away from Aunt Euphemia, Lawford," she replied,
laughing gayly. "Wait till my daddy-prof comes home. See him."
"And you really love me? Do you? Please . . . dear!"
She nodded, pursing her lips.
"But eighteen dollars a week!" groaned Lawford. "I think the super
would have made it an even twenty if it hadn't been for dad."
"Never mind," she told him, almost gayly. "Maybe the invention will
make our fortune."
At that speech Lawford's cannibalistic tendencies were greatly and
visibly increased. Louise was no coy and coquettish damsel without a
thorough knowledge of her own heart.
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