"Are you just coming home from school, Oliver?" asked his step-father pleasantly.
"Yes, sir."
"I have told Mr. Crimp, the tailor, to measure you for a new suit of clothes. You may as well call in now and be measured."
"Thank you, sir," said Oliver, in a tone of satisfaction.
What boy ever was indifferent to new clothes?
"Have you selected the cloth, sir?" he asked.
"No; you may make the selection yourself. You need not regard the price. It is best to get a good article."
Mr. Kenyon waved his hand, and smiling pleasantly, walked away.
"Look here, Oliver," said Frank, "I begin to think you have misrepresented Mr. Kenyon to me. Such a man as that tyrannical! Why, he looks as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth."
"I don't know what to make of it myself, Frank. I never saw such a change in a man, If he'll keep on treating me like this I shall really begin to like him. Will you come to the tailor's with me?"