Then he powdered the boy's fine glossy hair, and held a mirror before him.
"Oh! I'm a great deal better looking now," said Verty; "the fact is, Mr.Roundjacket, my hair was too long." To this Mr.Roundjacket assented, and they returned, laughing, to the office.
Verty looked over his shoulder, and admired himself with all the innocence of a child or a savage.

One thing only was disagreeable to him--the high heels which Mr.O'Brallaghan had supplied him with.
Accustomed to his moccasins, the heels were not to be endured; and Verty kicked both of them off against the stone steps with great composure.

Having accomplished this feat, he re-entered.
"I'm easier now," he said.
"About what ?" "The heels." Mr.Roundjacket looked down.
"I could'nt walk on 'em, and knocked 'em off," Verty said.
Mr.Roundjacket uttered a suppressed chuckle; then stopping suddenly, observed with dignity:-- "Young man, that was very wrong in you.

Mr.Rushton has made you a present of that costume, and you should not injure it; he will be displeased, sir." "I will be nothing of the sort," said a growling voice; and turning round, the clerk found himself opposite to Mr.Rushton, who was looking at Verty with a grim smile.
"Kick away just as you please, my young savage," said that gentleman, "and don't mind this stuff from Roundjacket, who don't know civilized from Indian character.

Do just as you choose." "May I ?" said Verty.
"Am I to repeat everything ?" "Well, sir, I choose to have a holiday this morning." "Hum!" "You said I might do as I wanted to, and I want to go and take a ride." "Well, go then--much of a lawyer you'll ever make." Verty laughed, and turning towards Longears, called him.