"But come along, we will find something." As they passed in front of the little French shops, with windows filled inside and out with ready-made garments, Ranald paused to investigate.
"Oh! pshaw," cried Harry, "don't know what you'll get here.

We'll find something better than this cheap stuff," and Ranald, glad enough of guidance, though uncertain as to where it might lead him, followed meekly.
"What sort of a suit do you want ?" said Harry.
"I don't know," said Ranald, doubtfully.

It had never occurred to him that there could be any great difference in suits.

There had never been any choosing of suits with him.
"Like yours, I suppose," he continued, glancing at Harry's attire, but adding, cautiously, "if they do not cost too much." "About forty dollars," said Harry, lightly; then, noticing the dismayed look on Ranald's face, he added quickly, "but you don't need to spend that much, you know.

I say, you let me manage this thing." And fortunate it was for Ranald that he had his friend's assistance in this all-important business, but it took all Harry's judgment, skill, and delicacy of handling to pilot his friend through the devious ways of outfitters, for Ranald's ignorance of all that pertained to a gentleman's wardrobe was equaled only by the sensitive pride on the one hand that made him shrink from appearing poor and mean, and by his Scotch caution on the other that forbade undue extravagance.