“I gave them to one of the maids.”
“It’s very strange. No one has seen them. Never mind. Jump into another pair. The guv’nor will be furious if you are late.”
“But I’ve lost the key of my portmanteau, and I can’t put on black this morning.”
“Oh no, that would never do!” cried Kenneth. “Pop on your knickerbockers.”
“I haven’t any.”
“No knicks! Oh, I say! what will you do? That blessed gong will be going directly.”
“Yes. Shall I put on my dress things?”
“No, no, no! You’d make the pater laugh horribly. Here, I tell you what! you and I are about the same size—shall I lend you some of my duds?”
“Oh, if you would!” cried Max.
“All right!”