I want a disguise.”
“Then you’ve come to the right shop. What will you be—a sailor, a Quaker, a——” “Hold, there,” said Rudolph. “You’ve named the very thing.”
“What?”
“A Quaker. Can you make me a good Broadbrim?”
“Yea, verily,” answered the old man, laughing. “I can suit thee to a T.”
“Do so, then.”
From out of a pile of costumes the old man drew a suit of drab and a broad-brimmed hat.
How will that do?” he asked.
“First tell me the price.”
“Thirty dollars.”