? ? ? ? "How are you, aunt?"
? ? ? ? "Pretty well, Thomas," she answered. "You haven't been here for some time."
? ? ? ? "No. I've had a lot of work to do. Nothing but work, work, all the time," he grumbled. "I wish I was rich."
? ? ? ? "You get through at six o'clock, don't you?"
? ? ? ? "Yes."
? ? ? ? "I hope you spend your evenings profitably, Thomas?"
? ? ? ? "I ain't likely to go on any sprees, aunt, if that's what you mean. I only get twelve dollars a week."
? ? ? ? "I should think you might live on it."
? ? ? ? "Starve, you mean. What's twelve dollars to a young fellow like me when he's got his board to pay, and has to dress like a gentleman?"
? ? ? ? "You are not in debt, I hope, Thomas?" said Mrs. Bradley, uneasily.
? ? ? ? "I owe for the suit I have on, and I don't know where I'm going to get the money to pay for it."
? ? ? ? He was dressed in a flashy style, not unlike what is popularly denominated a swell.
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