"
"Lord, ma'am," protested Tim. "And how is Mr. Bolum?"
"And such a lovely suit," continued the old woman, cautiously
approaching and moving her hand across my brother's chest. "Why, Tim,
you must have on complete store clothes--dear, oh, dear--to think of
Tim Hope gittin' so fine and dressy! Now had it 'a' been Mark I
wouldn't 'a' been so took back, for he allus was uppy and big feelin'.
But Tim!"
Mrs. Bolum shook her head and held her hands up in astonishment.
"And how is Mr. Bolum?" shouted Tim.
"Never was better, 'ceptin' for his rheumatism and asphmy," was the
answer, but the good woman was not to be turned aside that way. "And a
cady," she cried, for her eyes had caught Tim's hat and the silly
yellow overcoat on the chair where I had thrown them. "A cady, too!
Now just put it on and let me see how you look."
Tim obeyed. Mrs. Bolum stepped hack to get a better effect.
"It ain't as pretty as your coon-skin," she said critically; "you'd
look lovely in that suit with your coon-skin cap--but hold on--don't
take it off--I want Bolum to see you.
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