"He's probably tramping about somewhere," said Loammi, rather contemptuously.
"I think the boy has some business talent," his father remarked, who was not so much prejudiced as his son.
"Oh, I suppose he'd pass, but he couldn't hold a place. He had to leave you and now he's left Tower, Douglas & Co."
"Do you know why he left them?"
"One of the clerks told me he was too fresh."
This was not quite correct, as it was Loammi who had designated his cousin in that way.
While they were waiting for breakfast, a traveling acquaintance from Boston, a Mr. Norwood, greeted them.
"Do you know," he said, "there's an English earl staying in this hotel?"
"Is there? Who is it?" asked Ezra Little, for he had a reverence for rank.
"It is the Earl of Windermere."