Publisher's Synopsis
"And d'you know what I'll do meanwhile, out of revenge on the sex? I've just ordered three suits of white flannel, and I shall break every feminine heart in the camp, regardless ' Oh, say, that's what I came in to tell you! Guess whom I saw at the tailor's?" "Well, Mr. Bones, whom did you, and so forth?" "Fat Ed Meyers. I just glimpsed him in one of the fitting-rooms. And they were draping him in white." Emma McChesney sat up with a jerk. "Are you sure?" "Sure? There's only one figure like that. He had the thing on and was surveying himself in the mirror ' or as much of himself as could be seen in one ordinary mirror. In that white suit, with his red face above it, he looked like those pictures you see labeled, 'Sunrise on Snow-covered Mountain.'"
