Nettled as I had been by Sally's treatment of me, the offer was like rubbing ashes on the soreness of my spirit.
I blushed and surveyed my garments and said: "I guess I look pretty badly, don't I ?" "You look all right, but I thought, maybe, you would feel better in softer raiment, especially if you care to go around much with the young people.

I am an old friend of the family and I guess it would be proper for me to buy the clothes for you.

When you are older you can buy a suit for me, sometime, if you care to." It should be understood that well-to-do people in the towns were more particular about their dress those days than now.
"I'll ask my aunt and uncle about it," I proposed.
"That's all right," he answered.

"I'm going to drive up to your house this afternoon and your uncle wishes you to go with me.

We are all to have a talk with Mr.Grimshaw." He left me and I went over to Mr.Wright's.
They told me that he was cutting corn in the back lot, where I found him.
"How do I look in these clothes ?" I bravely asked.
"Like the son of a farmer up in the hills and that's just as you ought to look," he answered.
In a moment he added as he reaped a hill of corn with his sickle.
"I suppose they are making fun of you, partner." "Some," I answered, blushing.
"Don't mind that," he advised, and then quoted the stanza: "Were I as tall to reach the pole Or grasp the ocean in a span, I'd still me measured by my soul; The mind's the standard of the man." "Mr.Dunkelberg came this morning and wanted to buy me some new clothes and boots," I said.
[Illustration: "Good Lord! What wilt thou give me when I grow childless ?"] The Senator stopped work and stood looking at me with his hands upon his hips.
"I wouldn't let him do it if I were you," he said thoughtfully.
Just then I saw a young man come running toward us in the distant field.
Mr.Wright took out his compass.
"Look here," he said, "you see the needle points due north." He took a lodestone out of his pocket and holding it near the compass moved it back and forth.