The girl awoke to the matter sufficiently to advise him: 

“The lack of paint will not show in the picture, Uncle Amazon.  And I suppose they want the store for a location just because it is weather-beaten and old-fashioned.”

“I want to know!  Well, now, if I was in the photograftin’ business, seems t’ me I’d pick out the nice-lookin’ places to make pictures of.  I knowed a feller once that made a business of takin’ photografts in furin’ parts.  He sailed with me when I was master of the Blue Sparrow—­clipper built she was, an’ a spankin’ fine craft.  We——­”

“Oh, Uncle Amazon!” Louise cried, rising from, the table suddenly, “you’ll have to excuse me.  I—­I forgot something upstairs.  Yes—­I’ve finished my breakfast.  Betty can clear off.”

She fairly ran away from the table.  It seemed to her as though she could not sit and listen to another of his preposterous stories.  It would be on the tip of her tongue to declare her disbelief in his accuracy.  How and where he had gained access to Cap’n Abe’s store of nautical romances she could not imagine; but she was convinced that many, if not all, of his supposedly personal adventures were entirely fictitious in so far as his own part in them was concerned.

She put on her hat and went out of the back door in order to escape further intercourse with Cap’n Amazon for the present.  On the shore she found the spot below the Bozewell bungalow a busy scene.  This was a perfect day for “the sun worshipers,” as somebody has dubbed motion picture people.  Director Anscomb was evidently planning to secure several scenes and the entire company was on hand.

Louise saw that there were a number of spectators besides herself—­some from the town, but mostly young folk from the cottages along The Beaches.

Lawford Tapp was present, and she waved her hand to him, yet preserving an air of merely good comradeship.  She was glad that he did not know that it was she who had leaped to his rescue the day before.  Considering the nature of the feeling she had for him, into the knowledge of which his peril had surprised her, the girl could not endure any intimate conversation with Lawford.  Not just then, at least.

Tapp was in the midst of a group of girls, and she remarked his ease of manner.  She did not wonder at it, for he was a gentleman by instinct no matter what his social level might be.  Three of the girls were those Louise Grayling believed to be daughters of Lawford’s employer.

She saw that he was breaking away from the group with the intention of coming to her.  L’Enfant Terrible said something to him and laughed shrilly.  She saw Lawford’s cheek redden.

So Louise welcomed the approach of Mr. Bane, who chanced at the moment to be idle.

“Now you will see us grinding them out, Miss Grayling,” the actor said.

Louise broke into a series of questions regarding the taking of the pictures.  Her evident interest in the big leading man halted Lawford’s approach.  Besides, Miss Louder, who had evidently been introduced to the Taffy King’s son, attached herself to him.