“Well, I’ve bought it and—”
“Take it off!” commanded Ned inexorably. “I’m not going to have any fellow that rooms with me make a show of himself if I can help it.”
“But—but what can I do?” asked Cal discouragedly, eyeing the subject of Ned’s disparagement with sudden distaste. “I’ve paid for it.”
“And you paid enough for it, too. What can you do? You do as I tell you. You take it off and bundle it up. After breakfast I’ll go to the village with you and I’ll pick out a suit that doesn’t look like poor old Charlie.”
“You mean—change it? Will they let me?”
“Of course they will, though they won’t want to, maybe. I’ll bet the clerk that got rid of that suit to you got a raise in salary last night!”
“It looked a lot better in the store,” murmured Cal.
“Yes; well we’ll take it back to the store. That’s where it belongs. My, but you were easy, weren’t you? How much did you say it cost?”
“Nine dollars and eighty-five cents,” replied Cal meekly.
“Nine dollars too much, then. Was that all you could pay?”