"What are you selling, Scott?" he asked, with a smile.
"Socks, Cousin Seth."
"I think I shall have to buy some, just to say that I have bought from you. What do you charge?"
"Here are some merino socks that we sell three pairs for a dollar."
"Pick me out three—No. 9½."
Scott did so, and Mr. Lawton handed him a five-dollar gold piece.
A cash boy was called, the goods and money were handed to him, and in due time the bundle and change were brought back.
Just then Mr. Little, who had been out to lunch, came back, and passing by the sock counter recognized Mr. Lawton.
"Good-morning, Ezra," said Seth. "You have a fine store."
"Quite fair, but not so large as some," returned Ezra Little. "I am cramped for room. I think of taking in the adjoining store next year."