"I am sorry. I would have invited you to lunch with me."
"Thank you. Perhaps I can go some other day."
"Good-afternoon, then. Remember to-morrow evening."
"I won't forget."
On the way home from the store, Scott took the opportunity to speak of a new suit.
"Mr. Little," he said, "I am afraid I shall have to ask you for some new clothes."
"What's the matter with those you are wearing?" asked Ezra Little, coldly.
"The trousers are frayed around the bottoms, and the coat is getting faded."
"You seem to have high notions for a poor boy," continued his employer, in a tone of displeasure.
"I like to look neat," Scott answered, with spirit.