"Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof. You look pretty well now, but Ezra Little won't clothe you in purple and fine linen."
"How is it you stay so long if the salaries are so poor?" was Scott's natural question.
"Well, I am well known and have a considerable trade of my own. I was once junior partner in a firm on Sixth Avenue, but we failed. By the way, Scott, how do you like your cousin, Loammi?"
"I am not in love with him," answered Scott, with a smile.
"We all dislike him here. He sometimes comes to the store, and puts on the airs of a boss."
At six o'clock the store closed for the day. On Saturday evenings it was kept open later. Scott did not accompany his uncle home, as Mr. Little had a little business that detained him.
It was about a mile to Forty-seventh Street, but Scott did not object to walking. It was pleasant for him after spending the day indoors to have a walk in the open air.
We will pass over a period of six weeks. Scott was no longer in the handkerchief department. He had been promoted to a more important position.
He still liked the business. The days passed quickly for him when trade was good. It was only when the weather was unpleasant and business dull that he found the time hang heavy on his hands.
He did not see much of Loammi. Though they lived in the same house they were not often together, except at meals.