"Yes, I know; but they are too small."
"You have been growing fast in the last year, Luke," said
his mother, looking a little disturbed. "I suppose you are
not sorry for that?"
"No," answered Luke, with a smile, "but I wish my coat and
trousers had grown, too."
"I wish, my dear boy, I could afford to buy you a new suit."
"Oh, never mind, mother," said Luke, recovering his cheerfulness.
"They will do for a little while yet. Florence didn't
invite me for my clothes."
"No; she is a sensible girl. She values you for other reasons."
"I hope so, mother. Still, when I consider how handsomely
Randolph will be dressed, I can't help thinking that there
is considerable difference in our luck."
"Would you be willing to exchange with him, Luke?"
"There is one thing I wouldn't like to exchange."
"And what is that?"
"I wouldn't exchange my mother for his," said Luke, kissing
the widow affectionately. "His mother is a cold, proud,
disagreeable woman, while I have the best mother in the world."
"Don't talk foolishly, Luke," said Mrs. Larkin; but her face
brightened, and there was a warm feeling in her heart, for it was
very pleasant to her to hear Luke speak of her in this way.
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