"You are always talking about your hard work. My belief is that you don't earn your wages."
"I should think it was a pity if I didn't earn six dollars a week," said Roswell.
"Come, James, you're always hard on Roswell," said Mrs. Crawford. "I am sure he has hard times enough without his own relations turning against him."
James Gilbert did not reply. He was naturally of a sarcastic turn, and, seeing Roswell's faults, was not inclined to spare them. He might have pointed them out, however, in a kindly manner, and then his young cousin might possibly been benefited; but Gilbert felt very little interest in Roswell.
Immediately after dinner Roswell took up his cap. His mother observed this, and inquired, "Where are you going, Roswell?"
"I'm going out to walk."
"Why don't you go with your cousin?"
James Gilbert had also taken his hat.
"He don't want to be bothered with me," said Roswell, and this statement Gilbert did not take the trouble to contradict.