"You're a nice boy, Lawford," she told him, nodding. "I liked you a lot from the very first. Now I admire you."
"Oh, Louise!"
"Don't look like that at me," she commanded. "They'll see you.
And—and I feel as though I were about to be eaten."
"You will be," he said significantly. "I am coming to the store to-night. Or shall I go to see your aunt first?"
"You'd better keep away from Aunt Euphemia, Lawford," she replied, laughing gayly. "Wait till my daddy-prof comes home. See him."
"And you really love me? Do you? Please . . . dear!"
She nodded, pursing her lips.
"But eighteen dollars a week!" groaned Lawford. "I think the super would have made it an even twenty if it hadn't been for dad."
"Never mind," she told him, almost gayly. "Maybe the invention will make our fortune."
At that speech Lawford's cannibalistic tendencies were greatly and visibly increased. Louise was no coy and coquettish damsel without a thorough knowledge of her own heart. Having made up her mind that Lawford was the mate for her, and being confident that her father would approve of any choice she made, she was willing to let the young man know his good fortune.