"For goodness' sake, where did you get that outfit?" demanded Tad, the first to find his voice.
"How do you like it, fellows?" grinned Chunky.
"Well, if you aren't the dude," giggled Walter.
"You mean the duke. I am the Duke of Missouri. What do you think of me," urged Stacy.
"I'll say you are unspeakable," growled Ned Rector.
Stacy Brown's outfit was rather unusual. He was dressed in a white suit with a collar so high and tight that the blood was forced up into his face, a streak of red showing in the part of the hair of his head, while Chunky's second chin hung over the front of the collar, extending down to the root of his liver-colored tie. His appearance was so ludicrous that the boys burst into a peal of laughter.
Professor Zepplin eyed the fat boy with disapproving eyes.
"Where did you get that outfit, young man?" he demanded sternly.
"I bought it in Chillicothe. Think I stole it?"
"Certainly not."