“It’s too fine for me. Sixteen dollars!” she commented.
“It’s not too fine. It’s becoming, Chirstie!”
“But sixteen dollars!” she exclaimed, as if that settled the matter.
“Ah, sixteen dollars isn’t going to break us up!” Wully urged, determinedly. “It’s a grand coat. It’s nobby.” He was at a loss to express his admiration for the garment. He only felt vaguely that it looked like Glasgow.
“But sixteen dollars, Wully! The idea!”
“You’ll have it, anyway.”
“I will not!” She was indignant “Why, Wully, your coat, your overcoat was only ten last winter!”
“But I hadn’t any red dress to match. Nor any feather!”
The man had come back.
“If you want something cheap now, for your wife——”