"Of course, for a fancy-dress party----" "No, no, no! I tell you it isn't a masquerade!" The salesman seemed at a loss for further suggestions.

The customer's eye lighted upon a pile of coats farther down the line.
"What are those ?" "Those?
Corduroy, sir.

Splendid garments--suitable for the woods, camping, hunting, fishing.

We're well stocked with hunting equipment.
Will you look at them ?" "I suppose so," said the customer, desperately.
* * * * * Late that afternoon the three older Whipples, on the piazza of the Whipple New Place, painfully discussed the scene of the previous evening.

It was felt by two of them that some tragic event impended.
Sharon alone was cheerful.