They
ain't goin' to call me 'Dusty Gudgeon' no more. Miss Louder tells me I
can 'bant'--whatever that is--to take down my flesh, and mebbe you'll
see me some day, Miss Lou, in a re'l ladylike part. An' I can always
cry. Even Mr. Bane says I'm wuth my wages when it comes to the tearful
parts."
The Tapps were flitting to Boston, Mrs. Tapp and the girls sure of
"getting in" with the proper set at last. Their summer's campaign,
thanks to Louise, had been successful to that end.
Louise and Lawford walked along the strand below the cottages. The
candy cutting machine had proved a success and Lawford was giving his
attention to a new "mechanical wrapper" for salt water taffy that would
do away with much hand labor.
On the most prominent outlook of Tapp Point were piles of building
material and men at work. The pudgy figure of I. Tapp was visible
walking about, importantly directing the workmen.
"It's going to be a most, wonderful house, Louise dear," sighed
Lawford. "Do you suppose you can stand it? The front elevation looks
like a French chateau of the Middle Ages, and there ought to be a moat
and a portcullis to make it look right.
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