He had a high idea of his personal
consequence, but he was also of the opinion that "fine feathers
make fine birds," and his suit was of fine cloth and stylish make.
"I wonder what the janitor will wear?" he said to himself, with
a curl of the lip. "A pair of overalls, perhaps. They would
be very appropriate, certainly."
This was just the question which was occupying Luke's mind.
He did not value clothes as Randolph did, but he liked to look neat.
Truth to tell, he was not very well off as to wardrobe. He had
his every-day suit, which he wore to school, and a better suit,
which he had worn for over a year. It was of mixed cloth, neat
in appearance, though showing signs of wear; but there was one
trouble. During the past year Luke had grown considerably, and
his coat-sleeves were nearly two inches too short, and the legs of
his trousers deficient quite as much. Nevertheless, he dressed
himself, and he, too, surveyed himself, not before a pier-glass,
but before the small mirror in the kitchen.
"Don't my clothes look bad, mother?" he asked anxiously.
"They are neat and clean, Luke," said his mother, hesitatingly.
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