“Togs? You mean clothes?”
“What else?”
“Only some collars and cuffs and a handkerchief and some socks and—”
“Another suit?”
“No; why?”
“Oh, nothing,” replied Ned evasively. “Only Horace likes the fellows to dress up pretty well when they call. Thought you might have another suit with you.”
“Gosh, this is the best suit I have!” said John perplexedly. “Ain’t it good enough for him?”
“Sure,” answered Ned hurriedly. “But—er—suppose you put on another tie, old man. Horace hates bright colors. And I’d leave off the vest, I think. Much too hot for vests.”
“Yes, I don’t often wear a vest,” replied John as he took off his coat. “Nor a stiff shirt, either. But mother thought I’d better sort of spruce up, you see.” Off came the vest, exposing a pair of pink cotton suspenders. Ned shuddered.
“Got a belt with you?”