"If everybody is as long as this," Will said, "we that are at the bottom of the list had best go home, and come over to-morrow. I'm the fifteenth."
"I'm two worse than that," Burleigh Blood declared. "And between us, Will, there isn't a suit there I can get into, but my own."
"Take any one," was the reply, "and then get up any thing you choose."
Putnam stood alone by a window when Emily Purdy returned, and she advanced towards him.
"Oh!" she said in a confidential whisper, "how do you suppose Patty could take Clarence Toxteth's suit?"
"So you've spent your time discovering what she chose," he said aloud. "That was as kind of you as it was honorable."
"I couldn't help noticing, could I?" she stammered, abashed.
"No, probably not," he answered with quiet scorn.
"Of course I shouldn't tell anybody," she continued. "But it was so strange of her!"
"She took it as a blind, I presume," he said, "and means to make a new costume. Excuse me. It is my turn."