"Yes, father; but he only shook his head, and told me he could get plenty of boys at the wages he paid me, and perhaps for less."
"Yet he is rich," said Mr. Kent, bitterly. "He and his can live on the fat of the land."
"Has he a son?" asked Mrs. Kent.
"Yes, mother. He has one son—Loammi."
"Do you know him?"
"Yes, a little."
"What sort of a boy is he?"
"He is the most disagreeable boy I ever met. When he comes to the store he struts through it as if he were a prince."
"His father was poor enough in the old country."
"He is rich now."