Scott flushed indignantly. He was not without pride, and it galled him to have his cousin's clothes turned over to him.
"Excuse me, Mr. Little," he said, "but I am taller and stouter than Loammi. I could not wear any of his cast-off suits."
"You mean you are too proud to do so," said Ezra Little, sharply.
"Perhaps I am, but at any rate they would not be large enough for me."
"That is an excuse."
"I will try on a suit, and let you see."
"Do so."
Scott went upstairs with his cousin, and put on a suit selected for him by Loammi, the poorest he had, and came downstairs.
The trousers were nearly two inches too short, and the coat was evidently too narrow across the shoulder.
"It seems to fit very well," said Ezra.