The problem was not so simple.
"How do you mean--change clothes ?" demanded Merle.
"Why, just change! I'll put on your clothes and look like a mere street urchin right away." "But what am I going to--" "Put on my clothes, of course.

I explained that." "Be dressed like a girl ?" "Only till you get home; then you can put on your Sunday clothes." "But they wouldn't be Sunday clothes if I had to wear 'em every day, and then I wouldn't have any Sunday clothes." "Stupid! You can buy new ones, can't you ?" "Well, I don't know." "I'd give you a lot of money to buy some." "Let's see it." Surprisingly the girl stuck out a foot.

Her ankle seemed badly swollen; she seemed even to reveal incipient elephantiasis.
"Money!" she announced.

"Busted my bank and took it all.

And I put it in my stocking the way Miss Murtree did when she went to Buffalo to visit her dying mother.