This is a free and
more or less independent republic. After all, money is the only
recognized mark of aristocracy."
"Money!"
"Yes. How far would the Perritons' blue blood get them--or the
Standishes'--or the Graylings'--without money? And consider our own
small beginnings. Your great, great, great grandfather was a knight of
the yardstick and sold molasses by the quart."
"You are incorrigible, Louise," cried Aunt Euphemia, her fingers in her
ears. "I will not listen to you. It is sacrilegious."
"It's not a far cry," her niece pursued, "from molasses to taffy. And
it seems to me one is quite as aristocratic as the other."
So she left Mrs. Conroth in a horrified state of mind and stepped out
to face the gale. Seeing others streaming down upon the sands, Louise,
too, sought the nearest flight of steps and descended to the foot of
the bluff.
This was Saturday and she hoped that Lawford would come for the
week-end. It was not Lawford, however, but his father into whose arms
she almost stumbled as she came out from under the shelter of the bank
into the full sweep of the gale.
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