"The Van Dykes stand very high," said Mr. Walton, complacently. "I am very glad to have you associate with such a high-toned family. I suppose I must let you have the money."
He drew out a ten-dollar bill and tendered it to Clarence.
"Five dollars more, if you please, pa," said the elegant youth. "Suppers at Delmonico's are expensive, and I don't want to economize with such a fellow as Percy."
"Very well; here are five dollars more, but don't be foolishly extravagant."
Clarence was about to leave the office, well satisfied, when he espied Ben.
"Who do you want to see, boy?" he demanded, curtly.
"I should like to speak with my uncle," answered Ben.
"Then don't hang around my father's office. If your uncle is employed in this establishment, you can ask one of the floor-walkers to point him out."
Ben eyed the arrogant boy in some amusement, and answered, demurely:
"My uncle is Mr. Nicholas Walton, and you, I suppose, are my cousin Clarence."