He had just passed his birthday, and had received a present of ten dollars from his father, and five dollars each from his mother and an aunt. He had spent a part of it for a hat and in other ways, but still he had seventeen dollars left.
"Perhaps I have as much money," answered Grit quietly.
"Oho! That's a good joke," said Phil.
"No joke at all," said Grit. "I don't know how much money you have in your pocketbook, but I presume I can show more."
Phil's face grew red with anger. He was one of those disagreeable boys who are purse-proud, and he was provoked at hearing such a ridiculous assertion from a poor boy who had to earn his own living.
Even Marion regarded Grit with some wonder, for she happened to know how much money her cousin carried, and it seemed to her very improbable that the young boatman should have as much in his possession.
"Don't make a fool of yourself, Grit!" said Phil sharply.
"Thank you; I don't propose to."
"But you are doing it."