"Of course," assented Babbie, who was hurrying into a shirt-waist. "I'm not to inform the fair Miss Gardner that I'm trying to look like her second cousin. I'll remember. Go and tell Babe, Betty. She's down in Christy's room. And as soon as I'm dressed we'll go and buy the things. Bob's clothes are always frights, no matter what they cost, so it's no use bothering with her."