“They’re very warm,” suggested the other.
“They look it,” answered Stowell, grimly. “But I wear gloves.”
“Oh, excuse me.” The visitor began to wrap them carefully up again. “That’s what everybody says. I wish I’d known it before.”
“But, Great Scott!” exclaimed Stowell, “you didn’t really think that any one wore that sort of thing nowadays? Why they look like—like socks!”
“Yes, I suppose they do. But up our way we generally wear them. You see, they’re warmer than gloves.”
“Where do you come from?”
“Michigan.”
“Michigan! Well, what are you doing here, then?”
“Studying.” He looked surprised at the question.
“Do you mean that you’re in college?” asked Stowell, in amazement. The other nodded.