"With pleasure."
And Mr. Roundjacket, inserting one thumb into the pocket of his long waistcoat, pointed with the ruler to Verty's costume.
"Do you call that a proper dress for a lawyer's clerk?" he said. "Is the profession to be disgraced by the entrance of a bear, a savage, a wild boy of the woods, who resembles a catamountain? Answer that, sir. Look at those leggins!"
And Mr. Roundjacket indicated the garments which reached to Verty's knees, with the end of his ruler.
"Well," said Mr. Rush ton, smiling, "I should think you might have them changed without troubling me, Verty."
The boy raised his head with a smile.
"How would you like a new suit of clothes?"
"I don't want any, sir."
"But these won't do."
"Why not, sir?"