One result, however, was to excite the jealousy of Loammi. He found that Scott dressed better than himself and had more command of money. Accordingly, he applied to his father for an increased allowance.
"What do you want more money for, Loammi?" asked his father, in a tone far from encouraging. "Don't you get a dollar a week?"
"What can I do with a dollar a week, pa?"
"It was more than I received at your age."
"You were a poor boy, while I am the son of a rich man."
"Ahem! not exactly rich, Loammi," said Ezra Little, complacently.
"Everybody calls you rich, pa."
"I have some money," admitted Mr. Little, cautiously, "but it is only by great care that I am moderately well off."
"Scott dresses better than I, and always has money in his pocket."