Tom's eyes lighted up when he saw Ben, and he crossed the street to speak to him.

It may be mentioned that, though Ben had a new and stylish suit of clothes, he came home in the old suit he had worn away, and his appearance, therefore, by no means betokened prosperity.
"So you're back again!" said Tom abruptly.
"Yes." "I always said you'd come back." "Are you going to look for something to do ?" Tom asked.
"Mr.Kirk has offered me a place in the store." "How much pay ?" "Two dollars a week." "You'd better take it." "I hardly think I can work at that figure," said Ben, mildly.
"Kirk won't pay you any more." "I'll think of it.

By the way, Tom, call around and see me some time." "I hardly think I shall have time," said Tom haughtily.

"He talks as if I were his equal!" he said to himself.
"Well, good afternoon.

Remember me to your father." Tom stared at Ben in surprise.