'I like to be neat; don't think it civil to cut about in old shoes and grey flannel shirts before ladies.

Our fellows are gentlemen, and dress as such,' he added, rather nettled at the word 'tailor'; for he owed one of those too attractive persons an uncomfortably big bill.
'So are ours; but good clothes alone don't make a gentleman here.

We require a good deal more,' flashed Josie, in arms at once to defend her college.

'You will hear of some of the men in "old boots and grey flannel" when you and your fine gentlemen are twiddling your ties and scenting your hair in obscurity.

I like old boots and wear them, and I hate dandies; don't you, Bess ?' 'Not when they are kind to me, and belong to our old set,' answered Bess, with a nod of thanks to Dolly, who was carefully removing an inquisitive caterpillar from one of her little russet shoes.
'I like a lady who is always polite, and doesn't snap a man's head off if he has a mind of his own; don't you, George ?' asked Dolly, with his best smile for Bess and a Harvard stare of disapprobation for Josie.
A tranquil snore was Stuffy's sole reply, and a general laugh restored peace for the moment.