"He's with the surfmen!"
Two teams of heavy farm horses were dragging the boat and the surfmen's
two-wheeled cart along the hard sand at the edge of the surf. The
bursting waves wetted all the crew as they helped push the wagons, and
the snorting horses were sometimes body deep in the water.
Lawford, in his fishermen's garments, waved his hand to Louise and his
father. The girl smiled upon him proudly and the Taffy King, seeing
the expression on her face, suddenly seized the missive from her hand.
"I give up! I give up!" he exclaimed. "I said I'd disown him if he
refused to marry Dorothy Johnson, my partner's daughter. But 'tain't
really Lawford's fault, I s'pose, if Dot won't marry him. It seems she
had other ideas along that line, too, and I never knew it till we got
this invitation to her wedding."
Louise smiled on the little man with tolerance. "Of course, I knew you
would see it in the right light in time. But it really has been the
making of Lawford," she said calmly.
"You think so, do you?" returned the Taffy King.
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