“You’re right there,” said Grant bitterly, “but it isn’t my fault.”
“Whose is it?”
“Your grandfather’s. He won’t buy me any clothes.”
“Well, you’re not kin to him.”
“I know that, but I work hard and earn a great deal more than I get.”
“I don’t know about that. Maybe I can hunt up one of my old suits for you,” Rodney added patronizingly.
“Thank you, but I don’t want anybody’s cast-off clothes; at any rate, not yours.”
“You’re getting proud,” sneered Rodney.
“You can call it that if you like.”
“Don’t you wish you was me, so you could wear good clothes all the time?”