"And how much have you made now?" asked Phil, with what he intended to pass for benevolent interest.
If Phil had been his friend, Grit would not have minded telling him; but he had the pride of self-respect, and he objected to being patronized or condescended to.
"I haven't counted up," he answered.
"I might have brought my own boat," said Phil, "but I like to encourage you."
"Really, Phil, you are appearing in a new character," said Marion. "I never should have taken you for a philanthropist before. I thought you told your mother it would be too much bother to row over in your own boat."
"That was one reason," said Phil, looking slightly embarrassed. "Besides, I didn't want to interfere with Grit's business. He is poor, and has to support his mother out of his earnings."
This was in bad taste, and Grit chafed against it.
"That is true," he said, "but I don't ask any sympathy. I am prosperous enough."
"Oh, yes; you are doing well enough for one in your position, I don't doubt. How much would you give, now, to have as much money as I carry in this pocketbook?" asked Phil boastfully.