“Thank you, Mr. Tarbox,” he said, “but I don’t want to wear your old clothes. If I can’t have a new suit I don’t want any.”
“’Pears to me you’re mighty particular.”
“I don’t think so. I only want what’s right. Most boys of my age have at least two new suits a year. Charlie Titus had three.”
“Then his father’s very foolish to gratify his love of finery. Come, we’d better go to work.”
“You haven’t answered my question yet, Mr. Tarbox.”
“What is it?” asked Tarbox peevishly.
“Will you buy me a new suit?”
“Wait two or three months, Grant.”
“Why should I wait two or three months? I need the clothes now.”
“Money may be easier then.”