“There’s nothing else except these girdles that a drummer palmed off on me. They’re jest elastic, that’s all. They don’t give a girl no figger.”
“H-m! But they’re a long way from armor-plate. I’ll take one.”
“What size?”
“How do they run? Large, small, and medium?”
“By inches.”
“Make it something extra medium in inches.”
“Most of ’em wish they could wear twenty-one.”
“Twenty-one it is.”
The proprietor grinned.
“But if that’s too small—”