With him was another boy of about his own age, a cousin named George Randolph. He had come to Cook’s Harbor to spend a fortnight with his cousin, but the latter soon found that George was very hard to entertain.
He was seldom willing to engage in any amusement selected by his cousin, but always had some plan of his own to propose. Moreover, he was proud of his social position and always looked down upon boys whose dress indicated a humbler rank than his own.
The two cousins were sitting on the piazza doing nothing. Herbert had proposed croquet, but George pronounced it too warm. He also declined ball for a similar reason.
“It seems to me you are very much afraid of the sun,” said Herbert.
“I don’t care to get tanned up. It looks vulgar,” said George.
“I like to have a good time, even if I do get browned up,” said his cousin.
“Then I don’t agree with you,” said George in a superior tone.
Just then Robert was seen approaching.
“There’s a boy that will play with me,” said Herbert, brightening up.
“What boy?”