Having made up her mind that
Lawford was the mate for her, and being confident that her father would
approve of any choice she made, she was willing to let the young man
know his good fortune.
Nor was Lawford the only person to learn her mind. Cap'n Abe said:
"Land sakes! you come 'way down here to the Cape to be took in by a
feller like Ford Tapp, Niece Louise? I thought you was a girl with too
much sense for that!"
"But what has love to do with sense, uncle?" she asked him, dimpling.
"Hi-mighty! I s'pect that's so. An', anyway, he does seem to improve.
He's really gone to work, they tell me, in one of his father's candy
factories."
"But that's the one thing about him I'm not sure I approve of," sighed
Louise. "We could have so much better times if he and I could play
along the shore this summer and not have to think about hateful money."
"My soul an' body!" gasped the storekeeper, as though she had spoken
irreverently about sacred things. "Money ain't never hateful, Niece
Louise."
On Sunday I.
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