"It is more than I had when I was of your age."
"That doesn't make it any better."
"Aunt Eliza isn't exactly lavish; still, she pays Luke Walton generously."
"Do you know how much he gets a week?" asked Harold, eagerly.
"Ten dollars."
"Ten dollars!" ejaculated Harold. "You don't really mean it."
"Yes, I do. I saw her pay him that sum yesterday. I asked her if it wasn't liberal. She admitted it, but said he had a mother and brother to support."
"It's a shame!" cried Harold, passionately.
"Why is it? The money is her own, isn't it?"
"She ought not to treat a stranger better than her own nephew."