"No; I rather think I won't."
"Why!" demanded Mrs. Overton, eagerly.
"Mother, you may think me reckless, and over-confident. But the fact is, I've already been measured for my new uniforms."
"When? And when will they be here?"
"Do you remember the big mahogany chest that I brought with me from the Philippines, Mother?"
"Yes."
"Well, the whole outfit of uniforms is packed in that chest."
"Henry Overton—you take me right upstairs and unlock that chest—this instant!"
"Come on, Mother!" Hal called back, gayly, as he darted out of the parlor and up the front stairs.
"And they've been here all this time," panted the mother, as her officer-son brought out his key-ring and fumbled at the lock of the mahogany chest. "And you—you—you told me the chest held clothes of yours."