"I thought he was poor. Did you notice that his pants were patched?"
"Yes," said Gerald, gravely; "the poor fellow hasn't much money to spend on clothing."
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes," replied Gerald, warmly; "he is a capital fellow."
"Humph! I sha'n't care to associate with him. Mother likes to have me particular."
"Do you think he is any the worse for his poor clothes?"
"Of course he isn't a gentleman."
"You and I have a different idea as to what constitutes a gentleman."
The time was when Abel had not been able to dress much better than John Holman; but, as this was unknown to Gerald, he posed as one who was "born in the purple."
"I shall try to get better acquainted with Munroe," proceeded Abel. "He seems like a gentleman."