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I
have
five
suits
called
best
—
a
good
number
for
a
grocery
clerk
to
have
.
I
fingered
them
on
the
chair
backs
.
They
were
called
Old
Blue
,
Sweet
George
Brown
,
Dorian
Gray
,
Burying
Black
,
and
Old
Dobbin
.
"
Which
one
shall
I
wear
,
cuddles
?
"
"
Cuddles
?
Oh
!
Well
,
it
’
s
not
formal
and
it
’
s
Monday
night
.
I
’
d
say
it
would
be
Sweet
George
or
Dorian
,
yes
,
Dorian
,
that
’
s
formal
enough
without
being
formal
.
"
"
And
my
polka
-
dot
bow
tie
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
Ellen
broke
in
.
"
Papa
!
You
’
re
not
going
to
wear
a
bow
tie
!
You
’
re
too
old
.
"
"
I
am
not
.
I
’
m
young
and
gay
and
giddy
.
"
"
You
’
ll
be
a
laughing
stork
.
I
’
m
glad
I
’
m
not
going
.
"
"
I
am
too
.
Where
do
you
get
the
idea
that
I
’
m
an
old
stork
?
"
