"Full-dress suits of clothes, eh?"
"Yes."
"Did you ever wear one?"
"Certainly."
"Well, I'll be—" The fisherman checked himself and gazed at his companion as if he saw him suddenly in a new light; in fact, he had discovered many strange phases of this young man's character during the past fortnight. "Right along?" he questioned, incredulously.
"Why, yes. Pretty steadily."
"All day, at a time?"
Boyd laughed. "I haven't worn one in the daytime since I left college.
They are used only at night."
George pondered this for some time, while Emerson stared out into the velvet darkness, to be roused again a moment later.
"A feller told me a funny thing once. He said them rich men back East had women come around and clean their finger-nails, and shine 'em up. Is that right?"