A man in regimentals in this weather and upon a desert island.

You look as if you had marched faster than your army, and that you had lost it in the forest." Dickory smiled.

"You ought not to laugh at me," he said, "for these clothes are really a great misfortune.

If I could change them for something cool I should be more than delighted." "You might take off your heavy coat," said she; "you need not be on parade here.

And instead of that awful hat, I can make you one of long grass.