“How do?” growled Alonzo, staring enviously at Phil's handsome new suit, which was considerably handsomer than his own.
“Very well, Alonzo.”
“You must come and see Lonny,” said Mrs. Pitkin pleasantly.
“Thank you!” answered Phil politely.
He did not say it was a pleasure, for he was a boy of truth, and he did not feel that it would be.
Uncle Oliver was partially deceived by his niece's new manner. He was glad that there seemed to be a reconciliation, and he grew more cordial than he had been since his return.
After awhile Mrs. Pitkin rose to go.
When she was fairly in the carriage once more, she said passionately:
“How I hate them!”
“You were awful sweet on them, ma!” said Alonzo, opening his eyes.