Jed's clothes certainly were far from becoming. They were of unknown antiquity, and were two sizes too small for him, so that the sleeves and the legs of the trousers were so scant as to attract attention. In his working hours he wore a pair of overalls, but those he took off when he accepted Dr. Redmond's invitation.
"I didn't invite your clothes, Jed; I invited you," responded the doctor. "I confess, however, that your suit is pretty shabby. How long have you worn it?"
"It was given me nearly two years ago."
"And you have had no other since?"
"No. If I stayed there till I was twenty-one I expect I should have to wear the same old things."
Dr. Redmond laughed.
"I am bound to say, Jed, that in that case you would cut a comical figure. However, I don't think it will be as bad as that. My son Ross is in college. He is now twenty. I will ask my wife to look about the house and see if there isn't an old suit of his that will fit you. It will, at any rate, be a good deal better than this."
"Thank you, doctor; but will you save it till I am ready to leave Scranton?"
"Yes, Jed. I will have it put in a bundle, and it will be ready for you any time you call for it."