"Go get him the corduroys," exclaimed she. "He's a well-made man, but he'sno 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 tosome use."

"But what for a coat?" exclaimed he. "There's nothing in the house that hecould get on."

"That's truthful," exclaimed she. "But he must have something. You can get himthe Duke's dressing-gown."