"He's been trading again," mildly suggested Pamela.
"Dabney," said Mrs. Kinzer, "what does this mean?"
"Mean!" replied Dabney, "Why, these are the clothes you told me to buy. The lot I wore yesterday were a present from Ham Morris. He's a splendid fellow. I'm glad he got the best of the girls."
That was a bad thing for Dabney to say, just then, for it was resented vigorously by the remaining three. As soon as quiet was restored, however, Mrs, Kinzer remarked:
"I think Hamilton should have consulted me about it; but it's too late now. Anyhow, you may go and put on your other clothes."
"My wedding suit?" asked Dab.
"No, indeed! I mean your old ones; those you took off night before last."
"Dunno where they are," slowly responded Dab.
"Don't know where they are?" repeated a chorus of four voices.
"No," said Dab. "Bill Lee's black boy had 'em on all yesterday afternoon, and I reckon he's gone a-fishing again to-day. They fit him a good sight better'n they ever did me."