"How far were you in Latin?"
"I was reading Cicero's orations when I left school."
As this was considerably beyond the point to which Loammi had attained, he made no comment. He was considering what question to ask next, when his father entered the room.
There was a strong resemblance between father and son. Ezra Little was a slender man, about five feet ten inches in height, with hair of a yellowish-red, inclined to be thin toward the top of the head.
There was a feeble growth of side whiskers extending halfway down each cheek. His eyes were of a pale blue, and his look was shrewd and cold.
He gazed inquiringly at Scott.
"This boy says his mother was your cousin, pa," exclaimed Loammi.
"What name?" asked Ezra.
"Scott Walton."
Ezra Little nodded.