"What will I. Tapp say?"
"Oh, bother father!" scoffed L'Enfant Terrible.
"He doesn't care what Ford does," Prue said.
"Does he ever really care what any of us does?" observed Marian, yet looking doubtfully at her mother.
"You don't understand, girls!" wailed Mrs. Tapp, wringing her hands.
"You know he made me write and invite that Johnson girl here."
"Oh, Dot Johnson!" said Prue. "Well, she is harmless."
"She's not harmless," declared Mrs. Tapp. "I. Tapp ordered me to get her here because, he wants Ford to marry her."
"Marry Dot Johnson?" gasped Prue.
"Oh, bluey!" ejaculated the slangy Cecile.
"But of course Ford won't do it," drawled Marian.