“Me!” exclaimed Kendall. “Why, what can I do?”
“I’ll tell you. I’ll make a bargain with you. If you’ll promise to wear your new suit every day I’ll win the game. What do you say?”
“Why, I don’t see—”
“Oh, just a fancy of mine, Curt. I’m such a whimsical cut-up! What do you say?”
“Wear my new suit every day?”
“Well, I’ll let you off sometimes. Let me see; I have it; you may wear your old clothes on the thirty-first of the month.”
Kendall smiled. “I suppose it’s some sort of a joke,” he said, “but I don’t see it.”
“Never mind. It’s a go, eh?”
“Why, yes, I’ll wear my new clothes if you like, only I don’t see—”