"I guess you will look a heap better
than some I have seen hereabouts."
"But I don't know anything about women's clothes," protested Hal.
"Nor I," said Chester, "except I know that if you don't walk just so you
might as well tell everybody you are not a woman."
"That would be true in New York, but not here," said Stubbs. "Some of
these French peasant women walk just like a man, so you won't have any
trouble on that score. The main thing is to see if they fit."
"Well, the easiest way to tell that is to try 'em on," said Chester.
"Here goes."
He took a faded blue dress from the bundle, and, holding it in two hands,
thrust one foot into it.
"Here, here, that's not the way to get into it," exclaimed Stubbs.
Chester looked at him in surprise.
"How else can you get into it?" he demanded.
"Put it over your head," whispered Stubbs. "You see," he explained, "I am
a married man and I know something about such things."
Chester tried again, and, obeying Stubbs's injunction, found that the
dress slipped on more easily.
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