I do not think you wholly appreciate
Lawford, Mr. Tapp," the girl told him firmly.
"Ha! No. I s'pose he's got to go outside his immediate family to be
appreciated," he snarled.
But at that Louise merely laughed. "You don't tell me what he has
done," she urged.
"Why, the young rascal's solved a problem in mechanics that has puzzled
us candy makers for years. I'm having a new cutting machine built
after his suggestions."
"I hope Lawford will be properly reimbursed for his idea," she
interrupted. "You know, he and I are going to need the money."
"Ha!" snorted I. Tapp again. "Ford's no fool, it seems, when it comes
to a contract. He's got me tied hard and fast to a royalty agreement
and a lump sum down if the machine works the way he says it will."
"I'm so glad!" cried Louise.
"You are, eh? What for?"
"Because we need not wait so long to be married," she frankly told him.
I. Tapp stood squarely in the path and looked at her.
"So you are going to marry him, whether I agree or not?"
"Yes, sir.
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