Picture Stories Magazine (Sept 1914-Feb 1915)

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158 FATHER'S FLIUTATION. " He somehow got into the garment. '' I want some ' Rah-rah ' clothes like these fellows are wearing," said Mr. Bunny. The assistant stared. " It's all right," said one of the young men. " He's one of the boys. Fit him out." The assistant smiled, and looked critically at Mr. Bunny. " It's rather a large order," he remarked. Don't you try to be funny, young fellow," said Mr. Bunny, severely. " Trot out the tape measure." To cut a long story short, Mr. Bunny was with some difficulty accommodated with a suit of some light striped material, with black braid round the edges of the coat, the sleeves, and the legs of the trousers. It was very much like a suit of pyjamas, and when a hat and tie had been found to match, his appearance was certainly startling. He paid the bill and went out with his new companions, proving himself one of the boys indeed by standing drinks all round. Time slipped away, and at last so did Mr. Bunny. He had forgotten all about lunch, but he had suddenly realised that it was about time to go and keep his appointment with the lady whose squire he had been in the m.orning. He did not tell the " Rah-rah " boys where he was going, but slipped away when they were not looking. He would have preferred a different costume from the one he was now wearing, but there was no time to go and change. He felt a little self-conscious as he walked through the streets, but nobody seemed to think his appearance was anything out of the ordinary until he reached the house to which he was bound. Two ladies had just come out and were descending the steps as he was about to ascend. One of them caught sight of him, and cried out to the other : " My word, Marie ! Isn't he the limit 1 Did you ever see the likes of that?" " Sakes ! " exclaimed Marie, and shrieked with laughter. " It must be the clown from the circus. Ain't he fat 1 " It was true that Mr. Bunny's glaring clothes rather exaggerated his bulk, but Marie had no right to reproach him on that score, for she was no midget herself. Mr. Bunny, however, ignored the ladies, went up the steps, and rang the bell. His acquaintance of the morning welcomed him effusively. " You dear man," she said. " Do you know I felt sure you wouldn't come 1 " " Couldn't keep away," he rejoined, with an ardent glance. The lady sighed, and dropped upon a settee. " Men," she murmured, "are such deceivers. One never knows whether they are to be trusted." Mr. Bunny also took a seat, very near the lady. " You may trust me," he said. I