"It was on account of Loammi Little, but don't be troubled, father. I am to have a better place, at five dollars a week."
"Who will give it to you?"
"I will see that he has such a place, Mr. Kent," said Scott.
"But—why should you feel an interest in my poor boy?"
"Because my name is Scott Walton, and you were a friend of my poor father."
"Not John Walton's son?"
"Yes; I have been looking for you for a month. This evening fortune threw your son in my way. He tells me that you have been unfortunate."
"I am sick and out of work, but you—you look prosperous."
"I am."
"Did your father leave property?"