"Well, it doesn't matter. I shall see him to-morrow morning, at any rate."
Loammi went downstairs and out into the street once more.
"It is well I had my wits about me," he thought, complacently. "That was a pretty good explanation. Ellen won't suspect anything. She will think it is all right."
Loammi walked briskly. He was in good spirits, for it made him feel comfortable to think he had six dollars in his pocket. He could not remember the time when he had so much money in his pocket at once.
"An ice cream would taste good," he thought.
Like many young people, Loammi had a weakness for ice cream.
He walked over to Sixth Avenue, and entered a small ice cream saloon. Just at the door he met Paul Granger. He was already entering the saloon, when he caught sight of Paul.
Had he seen him sooner he would perhaps have walked on, and put off the ice cream. As it was, he made the best of the situation.
"How are you, Paul?" he said, cordially. "Come in and have an ice cream."
"I thought you didn't have any money?" replied Paul, surprised.
"Oh, well, my ship has come in," said Loammi, lightly.
"Then I hope you will be able to pay me the dollar you owe me."
"I will. Now let us sit down and enjoy the ice cream."
They sat down at a small table, and the ice cream was brought, with a plate of cake besides.
Paul Granger began to think Loammi was a nice fellow, after all--especially when he received back the dollar a little later on. In paying for the ice cream, Loammi got the five-dollar bill changed.
"Whew! I should think your ship _had_ come in," exclaimed Paul. "You'll be in funds now."
As the two boys left the ice-cream saloon they came upon Scott, who was just passing. This annoyed Loammi, who didn't care to have his cousin know that he had been spending money.
"Good-evening, Loammi," said Scott, politely.
"Who is that boy, Loammi?" asked Paul, when Scott had gone on.
"A cousin of mine. He is poor, and pa gave him a place in the store."
"He seems like a nice fellow. Why didn't you introduce me?"
"He isn't in our set," said Loammi. "I didn't think you'd care to know him."
"Oh, I am not so snobbish as that. Besides, he is a cousin of yours."
"That is true. I suppose we all have poor relations."
"Yes; the boy I like best is a poor relation of mine--a cousin."