If they meet him on his wagon, or when he is walking in his old clothes, they refuse to recognize him.

Yet, though Reuben Hinman isn't a fool in anything else, he is very proud of the fact that his son is a 'gentleman,' and that his daughters are 'ladies.' Now, in a nutshell, you know the tragedy of the old man's life.

Young Tim Hinman would, if he could, take the old man's money away from him at once and let him go to the hospital as a charity patient." "Humph!" muttered Dick, and then was silent.
Timothy Hinman, when Dr.Hewitt and the boys stepped outside the tent, was inspecting the dingy old red wagon with a look of contempt on his face.
"What am I going to do with this crazy old rattle-trap ?" inquired young Hinman plaintively.

"Would one of you boys accept a dollar to drive this over to Fenton, and put the horse up in my father's barn?
The trip can be made in two days of good driving." Dick Prescott shook his head in order that he might avoid speaking.
"I came by train, within five miles of here, then hired a horse and rode over here," the younger Hinman went on.

"So I've got to take the horse back to where I got it, and then return by train.
So I'll pay a dollar and a half to the boy who will drive this rig back to Fenton." This time there was no response to the magnificent offer.
"See here," muttered young Hinman half savagely, "it's more than the job is worth, but I'll pay two dollars to have this rig driven home.