“Think now, then. You don’t want to lose that suit, Curt. If you put off getting it someone will take it.”
“There are probably more of them,” answered Kendall, torn between his desire for the suit and the promptings of economy.
“That’s the only one of your size, sir,” said the clerk. “If you really think of getting it, sir, I’d advise you to do it to-day.”
“We-ell—” began Kendall.
“You can make the alterations and deliver it to-morrow, can’t you?” Ned asked. The clerk agreed that he could.
Then a man whom the clerk referred to as a bushelman appeared with a tape measure and a square of chalk and the die was cast.
“But I haven’t enough money with me,” whispered Kendall to Ned.
“That’s all right. They’ll charge it to you if you like, or you can pay them when they deliver it.”
“I’d rather do that,” said Kendall. “It’s twelve dollars, isn’t it?”
“Twelve-fifty. Want anything else to-day?”