“I am thankful you were not hurt,” said his mother. “I will put on my wraps and we will go at once.”
II. At the Tailor Shop
“Good afternoon,” said Mrs. Duwell to the tailor as they entered the shop.
“Good afternoon,” said the tailor. “What can I do for you to-day?”
“We want to see if you can make this suit of clothes look like new,” said Mrs. Duwell.
“Let me look at it,” said the man, untying the parcel, and examining the mud-splashed clothing.
“Well, that is pretty bad, but I guess we can do a good job.”
“How much will you charge?” asked Wallace anxiously.
“Seventy-five cents, if you call for it,” said the tailor, taking out a tag. “What name, please?”
“Give your name, son,” said Mrs. Duwell.