"Oh, sure."
"And—and to all the rest of the family!" said Dink, who thereupon bolted, panic-stricken.
XXIII
When John Stover, President of the Kennedy House, arrived at the opening of the new scholastic year, he arrived magnificently in a special buggy, his changed personal appearance spreading wonder and incredulity before him. He was stylishly encased in a suit of tan whipcord, with creases down his trousers front that cut the air like the prow of a ship. On his head, rakishly set, was a Panama hat, over his arm was a natty raincoat and he wore gloves.
"Who is it?" said the Tennessee Shad faintly.
"It's the gas inspector," said Dennis de Brian de Boru, who, though now long of trousers, continued short of respect.
"Goodness gracious," said the Tennessee Shad, "can it be the little Dink who came to us from the Green House?"
Stover approached serenely and shook hands.
"Heavens, Dink," said the Gutter Pup, "what has happened? Have you gone into the clothing business?"
"Like my jibs?" said Stover, throwing back his coat. "Catch this!"