"I am glad you selected a good article,Oliver," said Mr. Kenyon quietly. "It will wear longer."
Roland stared at his father in open-mouthed amazement. He so fully anticipated getting Oliver into hot water that his father quite disconcerted him.
"His suit is going to be better than mine," he grumbled, in a tone of vexation.
"That is your own fault. Why didn't you select the same cloth?" asked his father.
"It is some new cloth that has just come in."
"You can make it up next time," said Mr. Kenyon; "your suit seems to me to be a very nice one."
This was all the satisfaction Roland got.
The next day he met Mr. Crimp in the street.
"Well, does your father object to Oliver's order?" he asked with a smile.
Roland was too provoked to notice what he regarded as an impertinent question.