"Guess not," replied Harvey. "Spoiled long before that, I reckon. They're poor enough. Get somebody to buy the dress, and I'll pay for half, all right."
"I'm going to buy it now," said Henry Burns, coolly; "that is, if you've got any money. I've got five dollars."
Harvey produced his pocket-book and the necessary bills.
"Gee!" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't do it for a hundred dollars. Go on; I'll watch you through the window."
In no wise daunted, Henry Burns, whose critical study of the model and the garment through the window had satisfied him that the figure was of Bess Thornton's size, boldly entered the store, calmly made the purchase, ignored the inquiry of the clerk if he was thinking of getting married, and returned with it to his companion.
"Say," exclaimed Harvey, "I don't wonder you learned to sail the Viking quick as you did. You've got the nerve."
"Now we've got to take it up there," said Henry Burns.
Harvey stopped short.
"Take that dress and give it to a girl?" he asked.
"No, we won't give it to her," replied his comrade. "She might not like to have us—and I wouldn't know what to say, would you?"