“How did you come here?” asked George, his curiosity aroused.
“I came in a boat with my uncle.”
“Then you can go back with him.”
“He has gone back already. He is offended with me because I won’t do something which he has no right to ask, and he has left me here purposely.”
“Isn’t your uncle a fisherman?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t care to associate with a fisherman’s boy,” said George.
Robert had never before met a boy so disagreeable as George, and his face flushed with anger and mortified pride.
“I don’t think you are any better than Herbert,” he said, “and he is willing to associate with me, though I am a fisherman’s boy.”
“I don’t think much of his taste, and so I told him,” said George. “My father is richer than Mr. Irving,” he added proudly.