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responsible to you for my choice, Oscar Norton," said Annie
Raymond, with dignity. "If my escort is poorly dressed, it is not his
fault, nor do I think the less of him for it."
"If your father would dress me better, I should be very glad of it," said
Joe. "If I am a ragamuffin, it is his fault."
"I'll report that to him," said Oscar maliciously.
"I wish you would. It would save me the trouble of asking him for
better clothes."
"Suppose we go on," said Annie Raymond.
"Certainly," said Joe politely.
And they walked on, leaving Oscar discomfited and mortified.
"What a fool Annie Raymond makes of herself" he muttered. "I should
think she'd be ashamed to go round with Joe Mason."
Oscar would have liked to despise Annie Raymond, but it was out of
his power. She was undoubtedly the belle of the school, and he would
have been proud to receive as much notice from her as she freely
accorded to Joe. But the young lady had a mind and a will of her own,

and she had seen too much to dislike in Oscar to regard him with favor,
even if he were the son of a rich man, while she had the good sense and
discrimination to see that Joe, despite his ragged garb, possessed
sterling good qualities.
When Oscar got home he sought his father.
"Father," said he, "I heard Joe complaining to Annie Raymond that you
didn't dress him decently."
Major Norton looked annoyed.
"What does the boy mean?" he said. "What does he expect?"
"He should be dressed as well as I am," said Oscar maliciously.
"Quite out of the question," said the major hastily. "Your clothes cost a
mint of money."
"Of course, you want me to look well, father. I am your son, and he is
only your hired boy."
"I don't want folks to talk," said the major, who was sensitive to public
opinion. "Don't you think his clothes are good enough?"
"Of course they are; but I'll tell you what, father," said Oscar, with a
sudden idea, "you know that suit of mine that I got stained with acid?"
"Yes, Oscar," said the major gravely. "I ought to remember it. It cost
me thirty-four dollars, and you spoiled it by your carelessness."
"Suppose you give that to Joe?" suggested Oscar.
"He's a good deal larger than you. It wouldn't fit him; and, besides, it's
stained."
"What right has a hired boy to object to a stain? No matter if it is too
small, he has no right to be particular."

"You are right, Oscar," said the major, who was glad to be saved the
expense of a new suit for Joe. Even he had been unpleasantly conscious
that Joe's appearance had become discreditable to him. "You may bring
it down, Oscar," he said.
"I dare say Joe won't like the idea of wearing it, but a boy in his
position has no right to be proud."
"Of course not," returned the major, his ruling passion gratified by the
prospect of saving the price of a suit. "When Joseph comes home--at
any rate, after he is through with his chores--you may tell him to come
in to me."
"All right, sir."
Before Oscar remembered this message, the scene narrated at the
commencement of the chapter occurred. On his way to complain to his
father, he recollected the message, and, retracing his steps, said to Joe:
"My father wants to see you right off."
This was a summons which Joe felt it his duty to obey. He accordingly
bent his steps to the room where Major Norton usually sat.
CHAPTER II
THE STAINED SUIT
"Oscar tells me that you wish to see me, sir," said Joe, as he entered the
presence of his pompous employer.
Major Norton wheeled round in his armchair and looked at Joe over his
spectacles. He looked at Joe's clothes, too, and it did strike him forcibly
that they were very shabby. However, there was Oscar's stained suit;
which was entirely whole and of excellent cloth. As to the stains, what
right had a boy like Joe to be particular?
"Ahem!" said the major, clearing his throat. "Oscar tells me that you

are not satisfied with the clothes I have I given you."
"He has told you the truth, Major Norton," replied Joe bluntly. "If you
will look for yourself, I think you will see why I am dissatisfied."
"Joseph," said the major, in a tone of disapproval, "you are too free
spoken. I understand you have been complaining to Doctor Raymond's
daughter of the way I dress you."
"Did Oscar tell you the way that happened?" inquired Joe.
"I apprehend he did not."
"When I was walking home with Miss Annie Raymond, Oscar came up
and