And Mr. Roundjacket indicated the garments which reached to Verty's
knees, with the end of his ruler.

"Well," said Mr. Rush ton, smiling, "I should think you might have
them changed without troubling me, Verty."

The boy raised his head with a smile.

"How would you like a new suit of clothes?"

"I don't want any, sir."

"But these won't do."

"Why not, sir?"

"They're too primitive, you cub. Clothes, sir, are the essence of
human society, and a man is known by his shell. If you wish to reap
those numerous advantages for your mother, you must be re-habited."

"Anan?" said Verty.

"I mean you must dress like a Christian--get new clothes."

Verty smiled.

"You are willing, I suppose?"

"Yes, sir."