As the two boys left the ice-cream saloon they came upon Scott, who was just passing. This annoyed Loammi, who didn't care to have his cousin know that he had been spending money.
"Good-evening, Loammi," said Scott, politely.
"Who is that boy, Loammi?" asked Paul, when Scott had gone on.
"A cousin of mine. He is poor, and pa gave him a place in the store."
"He seems like a nice fellow. Why didn't you introduce me?"
"He isn't in our set," said Loammi. "I didn't think you'd care to know him."
"Oh, I am not so snobbish as that. Besides, he is a cousin of yours."
"That is true. I suppose we all have poor relations."
"Yes; the boy I like best is a poor relation of mine—a cousin."
The two boys walked as far as Bryant Park and sat down on a bench. They talked about such subjects as interest schoolboys, till Paul, looking at his watch, said: "It is time for me to go home; mother has a bad headache, and I promised I wouldn't stay out late."