“Well, he’s ordered one, for Mr. Shick told me so. It aint possible that he’s going to trust that boy. I don’t understand it.”
“Nor do I. I will speak to Grant about it.”
Mrs. Tarbox felt anxious, for the story seemed strange and almost incredible. It did not seem like Grant, but still she knew that he was very anxious to have a new suit. She would have been willing to advance ten dollars to buy him a ready-made one, but twenty dollars in her circumstances would be extravagant.
Just then Grant entered the room.
“Grant,” she said, “have you ordered a suit at Mr. Shick’s?”
“Yes, mother.”
“At twenty dollars?”
“Yes, mother.”
“How could you be so inconsiderate? Mr. Tarbox will not pay for it, and I cannot afford to pay so high a price.”
“Don’t be worried, mother,” said Grant quietly, “I shall pay for it myself.”