"My father left me fifty dollars. Mr. Little took charge of it, and I suppose he will buy me clothing out of it."
"Humph!" said Seth Lawton, dryly. "He seems to put everything on a business basis."
Just then the door opened, and Ezra Little entered the room. He was prepared to see Mr. Lawton, Loammi having apprised him of his arrival.
He came forward, eying Mr. Lawton closely.
"He's as poor as poverty!" he said to himself. "He doesn't seem to have made much of a success."
"This is a surprise, Seth," said he, offering his hand coldly. "I had almost forgotten you."
"Very natural, Cousin Ezra," said the old man, smiling.
"Where have you been all these years?"
"I have been a wanderer, Ezra. I have been in America for the last few years. I came from Michigan last."
"Have you married?"