Baid luck, baid luck!" Along the Square the passing of the editor in his cool equipment evoked some gasps of astonishment; and Mr.Tibbs and his sister rushed from the postoffice to stare after him.
"He looks just beautiful, Solomon," said Miss Tibbs.
"But what's the name for them kind of clothes ?" inquired her brother.
"'Seems to me there's a special way of callin' 'em.

'Seems as if I see a picture of 'em, somewheres.

Wasn't it on the cover of that there long-tennis box we bought and put in the window, and the country people thought it was a seining outfit ?" "It was a game, the catalogue said," observed Miss Selina.

"Wasn't it ?" "It was a mighty pore investment," the postmaster answered.
As Harkless approached the hotel, a decrepit old man, in a vast straw hat and a linen duster much too large for him, came haltingly forward to meet him.

He was Widow-Woman Wimby's husband.