“I’m going to be before long. I’m on my way there now. Say, where’s Mrs. Westcott’s house?”
“Oh, are you going to be a Vest?” exclaimed Matty.
“A what?”
“Of course he doesn’t understand,” said May. “He wouldn’t, you know.”
“I suppose not,” replied Matty. “You see,” turning to Rodney again, “the boys at Mrs. Westcott’s are called Vests. It—it’s a pun.”
“Oh, is it?” he asked. “I don’t see any pun there.”
“You don’t? Why, Westcott—waistcoat—vest! Now do you see?”
Rodney shook his head puzzledly.
“Perhaps,” said May, “you’d better let me explain.”
Matty nodded. “Yes, you always explain things more clearly than I do.”