As for trousers, you _can_ do with ordinary ones, but--you've got to have a coat, March.

A chap can't swing a club in a tight-fitting jacket like the one you've got on.

Now let's reckon up." "There's no use in doing that, West," laughed Joel.

"I can't buy one of these things, to say nothing of the whole list.

I'm saving up for my football togs, and after I have those I sha'n't be able to buy anything else for months." West settled his chin in his hand and scowled at the flames.