“I’d like to get a new suit at once, Del,” said Ben. “I feel queer walking in Boston without a coat.”
“We’ll go down Bromfield Street to Washington. That will bring us out very near Shuman’s.”
The two boys walked down to Washington Street, Ben attracting attention from the crowd, some of whom knew that he was the boy who had helped capture the mad dog. They crossed the street and entered the large, handsome store of A. Shuman & Co. In the windows was a fine display of fashionable clothing.
One of the salesmen stepped up and met the two boys, his curiosity a little excited by Ben’s appearance.
Ben showed the memorandum.
“My coat was spoiled by an accident,” he said, “but I guess I can get a better one here.”
“I think we shall be able to fit you out.”
Ben finally selected a stylish suit for twenty-five dollars, and invested the remaining ten dollars in underclothing and an extra pair of trousers.
“Will you have the clothes sent home?” asked the salesman.
“I should like to take off the clothes I have on and put on the whole new suit.”