"Oh, Mr. Tapp! Why is everybody running so? What has happened?"
The Taffy King had a most puzzling expression upon his face. He glared
at her as though he did not hear what she said. In his hand he
clutched an envelope.
"Ha! That you, Miss Grayling?" he growled. "Seen Ford?"
"No. Is he at home?"
"He's here fast enough," was I. Tapp's ungracious rejoinder. "I
supposed he'd come over to see you."
"Perhaps he has," she returned wickedly. "He is a very faithful
knight."
"He's a perfect ninny, if _that's_ what you mean," snapped the Taffy
King. "He's made a fool of me, too. I shouldn't wonder if he knew
this all along," and he shook the letter in his hand and scowled.
"You arouse my curiosity," Louise said. "I hope Lawford has done
nothing more to cause you vexation."
"I don't know whether he has or not. The young upstart! I feel like
punching him one minute, and then the next I've got to take off my hat
to him, Miss Grayling. D'you know what he's done?"
"Something really fine, I hope.
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