“My suit come?” cried William.
“There’s a parcel in the front room.”
He rushed in and cut the string.
“How do you fancy your son in this!” he said, enraptured, showing her the suit.
“You know I don’t want to fancy you in it.”
On the evening of the dance, when he had come home to dress, Mrs. Morel put on her coat and bonnet.
“Aren’t you going to stop and see me, mother?” he asked.