He walked hurriedly back to the tailor and stood over him glowering and worried.
"With the whole college waiting, you pick out a day like this for dizzy spells!" berated "Speedy."
Morris Hertz, perspiring and harassed, bit a final thread off and hastily turned over the tuxedo coat and trousers to his irate customer. With an exclamation of relief, Harold thrust a leg into the new garment and then another.
"I only had time to baste the suit. So be careful. It's just loosely stitched together," warned the tailor, made uneasy by the violent haste with which Harold was donning the suit.
Harold fastened suspenders to the trousers and flung them over his shoulders. The legs were too long, but he couldn't help that now. He picked the longest of the white threads off. He plunged into the coat and transferred his money and watch rapidly from his street clothes.
"Easy—easy—EASY," begged Morris Hertz. Then as Harold, snatching up his hat, bounded out of the door, the tailor turned his anxiety about the suit into action.
"I'd better go with you in case anything happens," Morris Hertz shouted after the retreating form of Harold. The tailor snatched up needle and thread and started out into
