"Yes, a half dozen," she cried, with childish glee. "Come into my stateroom and show me which one to put on to-day."
"Oh, you have one for each day of the week?"
"Yes, of course; why not?"
Stuart stepped gingerly inside and inspected the suits she laid out on her bed.
He turned them over and laughed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"They're all wrong. These things were made to hunt butterflies in the tropics, not ducks in Virginia."
"Can't I wear either of them?" she asked in dismay.
"If you could get all six of them on, one on top of the other and wear your flannels."
"But I don't wear flannels."