His neck, too, seemed to be holding his head as far as possible from his coat-collar, and his buttons had no favors to ask of his button-holes.
Now, even as the tailor had promised, he had received his "first fit." He seemed to himself, to tell the truth, to be covered up in a prodigal waste of new cloth.

Would he ever, ever, grow too big for such a suit of clothes as that?
It was a very painful thought, and he did his best to put it away from him.
Still, it was a little hard to have a young lady, whom he had known since before she began to walk, remark to him,-- "Excuse me, sir, but can you tell me if Mr.Dabney Kinzer is here ?" "No, Jenny Walters," sharply responded Dab, "he isn't here." "Why, Dabney!" exclaimed the pretty Jenny.

"Is that you?
I declare, you have scared me out of a year's growth!" "I wish you'd scare me, then," said Dab.

"Then my clothes would stay fitted." Every thing had been so well arranged beforehand, thanks to Mrs.Kinzer, that the wedding had no chance at all except to go off well.

Ham Morris was rejoiced to find how entirely he was relieved of every responsibility.
"Don't worry about your house," the widow said to him, the night before the wedding.