r to-night in a quiet
way, an' the' ain't no reason why you shouldn't stay dressed jest as you
are, but if you would feel like puttin' on evenin' clo'es (that's what
he called 'em), why I've got an extry suit that'll fit ye to a "tee,"'
he says.

"'No,' I says, 'I guess I better not. I reckon I'd better git my grip
an' go to the hotel. I sh'd be ruther bashful to wear your swallertail,
an' all them folks'll be strangers,' I says. But he insisted on't that I
sh'd come to dinner anyway, an' fin'ly I gin in, an' thinkin' I might 's
well go the hull hog, I allowed I'd wear his clo'es; 'but if I do
anythin' or say anythin' 't you don't like,' says I, 'don't say I didn't
warn ye.' What would you 'a' done?" Mr. Harum asked.

"Worn the clothes without the slightest hesitation," replied John.
"Nobody gave your costume a thought."

"They didn't appear to, fer a fact," said David, "an' I didn't either,
after I'd slipped up once or twice on the matter of pockets. The same
feller brought 'em up to me that fetched the stuff in the mornin'; an'
the rig was complete--coat, vest, pants, shirt, white necktie, an', by
gum! shoes an' silk socks, an', sir, scat my ----! the hull outfit
fitted me as if it was made fer me. 'Shell I wait on you, sir?' says the
man. 'No,' I says, 'I guess I c'n git into the things; but mebbe you
might come up in 'bout quarter of an hour an' put on the finishin'
touches, an' here,' I says, 'I guess that brand of eggs you give me this
mornin' 's wuth about two dollars apiece.'

"'Thank you, sir,' he says, grinnin', 'I'd like to furnish 'em right
along at that rate, sir, an' I'll be up as you say, sir.'"

"You found the way to _his_ heart," said John, smiling.

"My experience is," said David dryly, "that most men's hearts is located
ruther closter to their britchis pockets than they are to their breast
pockets."

"I'm afraid that's so," said John.

"But this feller," Mr. Harum continued, "was a putty decent kind of a
chap. He come up after I'd got into my togs an' pulled me here, an'
pulled me there, an' fixed my necktie, an' hitched me in gen'ral so'st I
wa'n't neither too tight nor too free, an' when he got through, 'You'll
do now, sir,' he says.

"'Think I will?' says I.

"'Couldn't nobody look more fit, sir,' he says, an' I'm dum'd," said
David, with an assertive nod, "when I looked at myself in the
lookin'-glass. I scurcely knowed myself, an' (with a confidential
lowering of the voice) when I got