The owner's taste ran to grays and browns, it seemed, and he whimsically ordered his raiment grouped by colors as he lounged about with a pipe in his mouth.
"You may hang those scarfs on the string provided by my predecessor, Sergeant.

They will help our color scheme.

That pale blue doesn't blend well in our rainbow--put it in your pocket and wear it, with my compliments; and those tan shoes are not bad for the Virginia mud--drop them here.

Those gray campaign hats are comfortable--give the oldest to me.

And there is a riding-cloak I had forgotten I ever owned--I gave gold for it to a Madrid tailor.