"You look all right, but I thought, maybe, you would feel better in softer raiment, especially if you care to go around much with the young people. I am an old friend of the family and I guess it would be proper for me to buy the clothes for you. When you are older you can buy a suit for me, sometime, if you care to."
It should be understood that well-to-do people in the towns were more particular about their dress those days than now.
"I'll ask my aunt and uncle about it," I proposed.
"That's all right," he answered. "I'm going to drive up to your house this afternoon and your uncle wishes you to go with me. We are all to have a talk with Mr. Grimshaw."
He left me and I went over to Mr. Wright's.
They told me that he was cutting corn in the back lot, where I found him.
"How do I look in these clothes?" I bravely asked.
"Like the son of a farmer up in the hills and that's just as you ought to look," he answered.
In a moment he added as he reaped a hill of corn with his sickle.
"I suppose they are making fun of you, partner."