Loammi indulged in a boisterous laugh. He evidently thought this a good joke.
Seth Lawton eyed his young relative with a glance of curiosity. Scott flushed, for he felt that Loammi was disrespectful.
"Loammi thinks it a joke to be poor," he said to himself.
When they rose from the table, Ezra Little said: "You will have to excuse me, Seth. There is a meeting this evening of some bank directors, and, as I am one of them, I ought to attend."
"Oh, don't mind me, Ezra. I can call again."
"Of course we expect you to do so," said his wealthy relative, but there was no cordiality in his tone.
"Perhaps the boys will take a walk with me," suggested Seth. "I shall be glad to have them call at my room."
"Where is your room?" asked Loammi.
"In West Sixteenth Street."