"I hope not. I've been thinking about you, and I'm interested in you. Say,
is that your best suit of clothes you're wearing?"

"Best and only," acknowledged Ned bluntly. "Why?"

"Well, I've got a suit that will just about fit you, and I want you to sort
of tog up when you have time to come out and join our crowd. Not that I
would ever be ashamed of you no matter what you wore, but we all have a
little pride."

"I'm not going to let you rob yourself to do a kindness for me," declared
Ned.

"Rob myself?" repeated Frank with a laugh. "Say, let me tell you something,
and you'll see how you are helping me out. I've been living with an aunt at
Tipton who is a caution in some ways. She ordered a suit for me about six
months ago. Well, she's a great bargain hunter, and then, too, there was
some of the same cloth left, and taking two suits she could get a
reduction. Here's the one I was measured for first."

Frank opened the wardrobe and showed a light checked suit he did not often
wear.

"The other suit," he continued, "is this one," and he indicated the clothes
he had taken from his trunk that morning. "The tailor didn't have enough
cloth, and the suit is too short for me. My aunt packed it in my trunk,
thinking I could wear it out knocking around Saturdays, but it won't do at
all. It is nearly new, and you are a little smaller than I am, and I
believe it will fit you. There are a few spare neckties and such that go
with it, and there you are."