"You 'll keep mum, Mr. Sherrill, if I tell you?" said Budd, inquiringly.
"Mum's the word, if you say so, Budd; out with it."
"Well, I want two things; one thing to make me feel grown up, an' I 've wanted it for a year."
"What's that, Budd?" asked Jack, immensely amused at Budd's swelling manhood--"A pair of long trousers?"
"No--" Budd hesitated for a moment, then went on in rather an aggrieved tone; "I hate to wear waists with buttons; it's just like a baby, an' a fellow can't feel grown up when he has to button everything on. I want to hitch things up the way March an' Chi do, an' I want you to buy me a shirt like that one you 're rolling up--only not flannel,--with a flap, you know, to tuck in."
"Oh, that's it, is it?" said Jack, endeavoring to keep his face and voice from betraying his inward amusement. "Well, I think you can get one for seventy-five cents--plain or striped?"
"I like those narrow blue striped ones like yours best," he replied, pointing to one of Jack's.
"Like mine it shall be, Budd; but you 'll want a pair of suspenders, or there 'll be too much hitching to be agreeable to you."
"March has an old pair, an' I 'm going to borrow them."
"That's an idea; now, what's the second thing?"