"There'll be room enough for everybody.

What puzzles me is Dab." "What about Dab ?" asked Ham.
"Can't find a thing to fit him," said Dab's mother.

"Seems as if he were all odd sizes, from head to foot." "Fit him ?" exclaimed Ham.

"Oh, you mean ready-made goods! Of course you can't.

He'll have to be measured by a tailor, and have his new suit built for him." "Such extravagance!" emphatically remarked Mrs.Kinzer.
"Not for rich people like you, and for a wedding," replied Ham; "and Dab's a growing boy.