Grant waited till the shopkeeper was at leisure.
“Did you want to see me, Grant?” said Tudor.
“Yes, Mr. Tudor. You sent over a bill to our house this morning.”
“And you've come to pay it. That's right. Money's tight, and I've got bills to pay in the city.”
“I've got a little money for you on account,” said Grant, watching Tudor's face anxiously.
“How much?” asked the storekeeper, his countenance changing.
“Eight dollars.”
“Eight dollars!” ejaculated Tudor, indignantly. “Only eight dollars out of sixty-seven! That's a regular imposition, and I don't care ef your father is a minister, I stick to my words.”
Grant was angry, but he remembered his mother's injunction to restrain his temper.
“We'd like to pay the whole, Mr. Tudor, if we had the money, and—”