"The same."
"And he in rags!"
"That's no fault of his, my child."
"And has a torn cap, and no shoes!"
"Mrs. Paisley will soon wash, and dress, and make him quite smart; and then you will be proud of him."
"Well, we shall see," replied the boy, doubtingly. "But I never was fond of playing with dirty ragged children. But why is he dirty and ragged? I thought you told me, papa, that he was the son of my rich, rich uncle, and that he would have twice as much money as I?"
"And so he will."
"Then why is he in this condition?"
"His father is a miser."
"What is that?"