Scott followed Loammi into the house, and into the reception room.
There on a sofa sat a small old man, whose clothing, though scrupulously clean, was worn and shabby. His face was wrinkled, but the expression was pleasant.
"I think I shall like him better than Mr. Little," thought Scott.
The time was coming when he would need a friend, and this old man was destined to play an important part in his future experiences.
CHAPTER X. SETH LAWTON.
"Mr. Lawton," said Loammi, "this boy is Scott Walton. His mother was a cousin of ours. Pa has given him a place in the store, because he hasn't any money."
Seth Lawton looked at Scott eagerly.
"My boy," he said, grasping Scott's hand, "your mother was my favorite cousin. Poor Lucy, when I last saw her she was just married to your father. Is she—is she dead?"