Get ready." The captain looked at his caller's evening clothes.
"What do you mean by gettin' ready ?" he asked.

"You've got on your regimentals, open front and all.

My uniform is the huntin' case kind; fits in better with church sociables and South Denboro no'theasters.
If I wore one of those vests like yours Abbie'd make me put on a red flannel lung-protector to keep from catchin' pneumonia.

And she'd think 'twas sinful waste besides, runnin' the risk of sp'ilin' a clean biled shirt so quick.

Won't I look like an undertaker, sittin' alongside of you ?" "Not a bit.