“Jest full knickerbockers,” said Blumpitty, without so much as looking at the objector.
“Oh, that won’t be necessary for me,” said Miss Mar.
“’Twill, if you want to go prospectin’.” Valiantly Blumpitty supported his wife’s view. “You can’t wear a skirt on the trail.”
“I don’t think I shall go on the trail,” said the pusillanimous Hildegarde, “unless my father—”
“Better be ready,” said Blumpitty.
“What else do you advise?” said Mrs. Mar, glancing at the clock.
“She ought to have a sou’wester, don’t you think?” says Mrs. Blumpitty to Mr. Blumpitty.
“Ya—as, and a tarpaulin to lie on in the swamp.”
“Well,” said Mrs. Mar, “nobody can accuse you two of over-coloring the delights of life up there.”