"He is very foolish to spend all his spare money on clothes. By the time he is twenty-one he won't have a cent laid up."
"At any rate, he has plenty of cash now. The fact is, pa, people are beginning to notice that he dresses better than I. Percy Shelton was walking with me the other day when we met Scott. 'I thought your cousin was poor,' he said. 'He only has his wages to depend upon,' I said. 'Then he must be pretty well paid,' he replied. 'I saw him at Patti's concert Tuesday night, occupying a three-dollar seat.' That made me feel awfully mean, for you wouldn't let me go to hear Patti."
"No; it would be throwing money away."
"All the fashionable people go. People that know you are rich think it strange not to see me there."
This argument had some effect on Mr. Little, who was anxious that his son should be admitted into fashionable society, but was too close to supply him with the necessary means.
"How much do you want, Loammi?" he asked, cautiously.
"Percy Shelton gets five dollars a week."
"Well, you won't," said his father, sharply. "You must think that I am made of money."
"I will try to make it do with four, pa."
"You won't get that either. I will give you two dollars a week, and that ought to be enough to satisfy you."