At six o'clock the family assembled for supper.
"You will sit down to meals with us when we are alone," said Ezra Little. "When we have company you can eat in the kitchen."
Scott said nothing, but his face flushed. It was evident that his relatives did not look upon him as a social equal.
Yet Justin Wood, who, as Scott suspected, stood higher socially than the Little family, treated him like a brother. Though in no way related to him, Scott felt a greater regard for him than for any of the family with whom he had found a home.
"To-morrow is Saturday," said Ezra Little, as he rose from the table. "I had not intended to have you enter the store till Monday, but there is a little extra work to be done, and you can come in to-morrow."
"I should like to do so," said Scott, promptly.
"So you like to work," said Loammi, sneeringly.
"Yes; at any rate, I like it better than being idle."
"That is a very proper feeling," observed Ezra, approvingly.