"No, no; not a ballet girl."
"A fairy queen, then."
"Don't, Dick; don't, I beg."
"Or, if you object to the costume of the gentler sex, what do you say to the spangles and wand of a harlequin?"
"Do you really think that such a costume would become me?"
"Do I think?" iterated Dick. "Do I know! Of course it would become you. You will look the part to the life: it wants a figure to show off such a dress and to be shown off by it."
"But what about my—my wooden legs, Dick?"
"Oh, I'll provide you with cork ones, and here they are," said Harvey, producing a pair.
And so it was settled.
Mr. Mole was to go to the ball, and his disguise was to be well-known spangles and colours of a harlequin.