“That? That’s just a tear,” replied Cal. “Hoop and I were tussling this morning.”
“You must have it mended or it will get worse. Haven’t you another suit you can put on?”
“Only my Sunday one.”
“Then you’d better buy one at once,” she said severely. “That isn’t fit to be seen in, Cal. All the other boys look so nice, too.”
Cal viewed as much of his suit as was in sight to him and shook his head ruefully.
“I cal’late I’ve got to,” he said. “Seems like I get into a lot of trouble with my clothes. This was a perfectly good suit when I came here.” Molly laughed.
“Well, it’s perfectly good for nothing now. Get a dark suit, Cal, won’t you? You’d look so much nicer in dark clothes.”
“That’s what Ned said. Dark clothes show dirt, though, don’t they?”
“They couldn’t show much more dirt than those do,” replied Molly scornfully. “Just look at them! You ought to be ashamed to be seen in them.”
Cal looked a trifle surprised and a little ashamed.