"I can see that you're a young gentleman, and I wish I could say as much for my cousin, Fitz." Oscar's example was followed by the rest of the boys, who advanced in turn, and shook hands with the tin-pedler.
"Now Fitz, it's your turn," said Tom.
"I decline," said Fitz, holding his hands behind his back.
"How much he looks like his marm did when she was young," said Abner.
"Well, boys, I can't stop no longer.

I didn't think Cousin Fitz would be so stuck up, just because his father's made some money.
Good-mornin'!" "Three cheers for Fitz's cousin!" shouted Tom.
They were given with a will, and Mr.Bickford made acknowledgment by a nod and a grin.
"Remember me to your mother when you write, Cousin Fitz," he said at parting.
Fitz was too angry to reply.

He walked off sullenly, deeply mortified and humiliated, and for weeks afterward nothing would more surely throw him into a rage than any allusion to his cousin the tin-pedler.

One good effect, however, followed.

He did not venture to allude to the social position of his family in presence of his school-mates, and found it politic to lay aside some of his airs of superiority..