"You should dress on a different principle," she insisted.
Peter appeared dazed.
"I couldn't do that," he said.
"Why not?"
"Because—because I don't dress on any principle now."
"Yes, you do," said Honora, firmly. "You dress on the principle of the wild beasts and fishes. It's all in our natural history at Miss Farmer's. The crab is the colour of the seaweed, and the deer of the thicket. It's a device of nature for the protection of weak things."
Peter drew himself up proudly.
"I have always understood, Miss Leffingwell, that the king of beasts was somewhere near the shade of the jungle."
Honora laughed in spite of this apparent refutation of her theory of his apparel, and shook her head.
"Do be serious, Peter. You'd make much more of an impression on people if you wore clothes that had—well, a little more distinction."