CHAPTER XXX
WHEN THE STRONG TIDES LIFT
It was the tag-end of the season for the summer colony at The Beaches.
Mrs. Conroth expected to leave the Perritons that evening--was leaving
lingeringly, for she had desired to bear her niece off to New York with
her. But on that point Louise had been firm.
"No, Aunt Euphemia," she had said. "I shall wait for daddy-prof and
the _Curlew_ to arrive at Boston. Then I shall either go there to meet
him, or he will come here. I want him to meet Lawford just as quickly
as possible, for we are not going to wait all our lives to be married."
"Louise!" gasped Mrs. Conroth with horror. "How can you say such a
thing!"
"I mean it," said the girl, nodding with pursed lips.
"You are behaving in a most selfish way," the Lady from Poughkeepsie
declared. "Everybody here has remarked how you have neglected me for
those Tapps. They have taken full advantage of your patronage to push
themselves into the society of their betters."
"Perhaps," sighed Louise. "But consider, auntie.
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