"
"_I_ will," Louise assured her. "And I'll make Mr. Tapp like me yet;
you see if I don't."
"Oh, I can't hope for that much, my dear," sighed the lachrymose lady,
shaking her head; but she kissed Louise again.
Lawford waved a hand to her at her chamber window early on Monday
morning as L'Enfant Terrible drove him in the roadster to Paulmouth to
catch the milk train. All the girls were proud of their brother
because, as Cecile said, he was proving himself to be "such a perfectly
good sport after all." And perhaps I. Tapp himself admired his son for
the pluck he was showing.
They corresponded after that--Louise and Lawford. As she could not
hope to hear from the _Curlew_ again until the schooner made the port
of Boston, Lawford's letters were the limit of her correspondence.
Louise had always failed to make many close friends among women.
Her interests aside from those at the store and with the movie people
were limited, too. The butterfly society of The Beaches did not much
attract Louise Grayling.
Aunt Euphemia manifestly disapproved of her niece at every turn.
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