"All right! Won't you take my valise, too? That's a good fellow. I will pay you five cents."
"I will take it to oblige you. I won't charge you anything."
"You'd better take the nickel. You look like a poor boy."
"I am not in any special need of five cents," said John, not pleased with the patronizing tone of his new companion.
Abel was pleased, however, with the idea of not having to pay for the service.
"Do you know Mrs. Lane?" asked Abel.
"Yes. Gerald Lane is my intimate friend."
"Gerald? Oh, yes! that is Mr. Lane's son. What sort of a boy is he?"
"He is a tip-top boy. Everybody likes him."
"Humph! isn't he rather independent?"