“Ay, my boy, or anyone else. These uniforms look very attractive, but there’s a great deal of vanity in them, and we are too busy to give way to that.”
“Yes, father,” I said meekly, and as I said it I thought about something else.
“There, you lads can go now. Thank you for helping to arrange my little armoury.”
We should both have liked to examine those arms a little more. We should even have liked to try one of the pistols, and shoot at a mark, but this was a regular dismissal, and we went out, going quietly down to the stream, all stained now with the dirty water from the mine, and for some time we preserved silence.
“What are you thinking about, Sep?” said Bigley at last.
“I was thinking how nicely those belts would go with a uniform,” I said.
“Were you? How funny!” said Bigley. “That’s just what I was thinking.”
“What, about a uniform?”
“Yes.”
“Blue?”