At last the alternative came to him.
"You change with her," he said, brightening.

"My pants got a tear here on the side, and my waist ain't so clean as yours." "Now don't begin that!" said his brother, firmly.

"We don't want a lot of silly arguments about it, do we?
Look at all the money we'll have!" "Your clothes are the best," said the girl.

"I must be filthy and ragged.

Oh, please hurry!" Then to Merle: "Do unbutton my waist.