“I should like to wear the good clothes, but I’d rather be myself than anybody else.”
“Some time I shall be rich,” said Rodney complacently. “I shall have all grandfather’s money.”
“Won’t it go to your mother?”
“Oh, well, she’ll give it to me. I hope you don’t think you and your mother will get any of it?”
“We ought to, for mother is making a slave of herself, but I don’t think we will. If your grandfather would do more for us now we wouldn’t mind inheriting anything.”
There was a tapping on the front window.
“That means dinner, I suppose,” said Grant.
“Are you going to sit down with us?” asked Rodney, eying Grant’s costume with disfavor.
“Yes.”
“In those clothes?”