three inches in diameter, and carefully examined the collar of his coat.

"Have you found a speck, Arthur?" asked Langdon. "If I hadn't seen you
risk your life fifteen or twenty thousand times I'd say you're a dandy."

"I am a dandy," said St. Clair. "At least, I mean to be one, if I come
out of the war alive."

"What do you intend to wear?" asked Harry.

"Depends upon what I can afford. If I have the money, it's going to be
the best, the very best any market can afford."

"A dozen suits, I suppose."

"At least as many, with hats, shoes, overcoats, cloaks, shirts and all
the et ceteras to match. Why shouldn't I wear fine clothes if I want
'em? Do you demand that instead I spend it on fiery whisky to pour down
me, as so many public men and leading citizens do? The clothes at least
don't burn me out and finally burn me to death."

Langdon put up his hands in defense.

"I haven't jumped on you, Arthur," he said. "I admire you, though I
can't equal you. And as I'm not willing to be second even to you,
I'm going to our sea island, near the Carolina coast, when this war is
over, lie down under the shade of a live oak, have our big colored man,
Sam, to bring me luxurious food about once every three hours, and
between these three-hour periods I'll be fanned by Julius, another big
colored man of ours, and I won't make any exertion except to tell day by