Tavia hurried off, willing enough to fetch the milk, and before she reached the door on her return trip—there was Nat!
Nobody dared to laugh. What might Mrs. Hardy think?
But Nat in overalls! And a dark blue shirt! And the yellow sneaks!
"Splendid," declared Dorothy, feeling the absolute necessity of saying something grateful.
"I feel like a new man," said Nat.
"Bet you do now," spoke Mrs. Hardy, looking him over approvingly. "Nothing like clean clothes, and them is becoming."
Nat went near her so he could carry on conversation without delaying the dinner preparations.
"That spring suit," he said laughing, "I'll just throw down on the rubbish heap. The clothes are so covered with mud, I am sure they never could be cleaned, and if Sam will have time to get in town before the picnic perhaps he can sell me these things. Or, if not, I'll buy whatever he wants and send them out."
"Well, he won't need the overalls till next week," answered the mother.
"Then I can buy them?" asked Nat.