Stacy was in full evening dress, carrying an opera hat, which he crushed and popped open with one hand as he shook hands and bowed with a grace that was unsuspected by his companions.
“Did you stop at the hotel to get into those glad rags?” demanded Hippy.
“We wondered why you were so late,” said Grace. “It never occurred to us that you would stop to dress before coming up to the house. Why, if you felt that you must dress, did you not come here? Your room has been ready for several days.”
“Dress? Who said I stopped to dress? I dressed this morning before leaving home.”
“Stacy!” cried Nora in a horrified tone.
“Well?”
“You don’t mean that you wore your evening clothes all day on the train?” demanded Nora.
“Sure I did. I didn’t want to put them in my suit case and wrinkle them all up, so I wore them. Anything wrong about that?”
There was silence for a few seconds, then the Overlanders broke out in peals of laughter.
“Say, I want to see the kid. He won’t laugh at me, I’ll bet,” said Stacy.