While this bantering was going on, Chicken Little was vainly endeavoring to fasten the band around Sherm’s waist.
“You’ll just have to squeeze in, Sherm. I can never make it meet,” she giggled.
“I’m squeezing in, I tell you.”
With a triumphant pull, Jane got the band buttoned and Sherm heaved a sigh of relief–a disastrous sigh–it sent the button flying and the weighted skirt once more slid to the ground.
“Drat it!” Sherm groaned.
“Now, you said you’d wear it. Don’t let him back out, Chicken Little,” Katy urged.
“Who said anything about backing out?”
“You’ll have to get a string, Jane. Haven’t you a piece in your pocket, Frank?”
Frank produced the string and by dint of using it generously, the skirt was finally secured and Sherm still allowed some breathing room.
But the girls were not yet satisfied. Katy insisted upon lending him her leghorn hat and Alice contributed a veil. Gertie offered a hair ribbon which Chicken Little slyly pinned to the collar of Sherm’s coat.