"This is my brother," said Ella, holding his hand fondly. "I told him you wanted to see him."
Alfred drew up his form; but Harrison only glanced at him with a smile.
"He can whistle beautifully," rejoined Ella, glancing in her brother's face. "I've heard him a good many times."
"He shells peas well, I see," said Alfred; "I suppose he has a great deal of practice."
Harrison colored; not at the charge, but at the sneering tone of the youth. He wondered how such a boy could be related to Ella.
"When I get a place, I'll hire you to shell peas for me," continued Alfred, in a patronizing manner. "I shall hire a great many servants."
"I don't expect to shell peas all my life," replied Harrison, proudly.
"Ha! what do you expect to do?"
"I can't tell yet."
"Perhaps you think you shall be rich, and ride in a coach."