"Now," said he, "the quicker you get off your wet clothes and give
yourself a good rub-down the better it will be for you. And I'll go
and see what I can do in the way of something for you to put on."
I asked him to bring me the bag from my bicycle, and after doing so he
left me.
Very soon I heard talking outside of my door, and as both my
entertainers had clear, high voices, I could hear distinctly what they
said.
"Go get him the corduroys," said she. "He's a well-made man, but he's
no bigger than your father was."
"The corduroys?" he said, somewhat doubtfully, I thought.
"Yes," she replied. "Go get them! I should be glad to have them put to
some use."
"But what for a coat?" said he. "There's nothing in the house that he
could get on."
"That's true," said she. "But he must have something. You can get him
the Duke's dressing-gown."
"What!" exclaimed the man. "You don't mean--"
"Yes, I do mean," said she. "It's big enough for anybody, and it'll
keep him from ketching cold.
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