He wore an extremely light suit,
with new tan ties of a light shade, and his purple and green striped
hose could be seen a long distance off.

"You can hear those socks as far as you can get a glimpse of them,"
remarked Andy.

"And look at his hat," observed Frank. It was a straw affair, of rough
braid, and the brim was in three thicknesses or "layers" so that it
looked not unlike one of those cocoanut custard cakes with the cocoanut
put in extremely thick. In addition to this Chet's tie was of vivid
blue with yellowish dots in it, and he carried a little cane, which he
swung jauntily.

As Chet passed the clam wagon, manned by Bob, who was dressed in his
oldest garments, as befitted his occupation, one of the bivalves
slipped from the shovel, and hit on the immaculate tan ties of the
Harbor View dude. It left a salt water mark.

"Look here, Bob Trent! What do you mean by that?" demanded Chet
indignantly as he took out a handkerchief covered with large green
checks and wiped off his shoe. "How dare you do such a thing?"

"What did I do?" asked the clammer innocently, for he had not seen the
accident.

"What did you do? I'll show you! I'll teach you to spoil a pair of
new shoes that cost me two dollars and thirty-five cents! I'll have
you arrested if that spot doesn't come out, and you'll have to pay for
having them cleaned, too."

"I--I--" began Bob, who was a lad never looking for trouble, "I'm
sorry--I--"

"Say, it's you who ought to be arrested, Chet!" broke in Andy, coming
to the relief of his chum.

"Me? What for, I'd like to know?" asked the dude, as he finished
polishing the tan ties with the brilliant handkerchief.

"Why you're dressed so 'loud' that you're disturbing the peace," was
the laughing reply "You'd better look out."

"Such--er--jokes are in very bad taste," sneered Chet, whose parents
were in humble circumstances, not at all in keeping with his dress. In
fact, though Chet thought himself very stylish, if was a "style"
affected only by the very vain, and was several years behind the season
at that.

"You're a joke yourself," murmured Frank. "It wasn't Bob's fault that
the clam fell on you, Chet," he added in louder tones.

"Why not, I'd like to know?"

"Because you are so brilliant in those togs that you blinded his eyes,
and he couldn't see to shovel straight; eh, Bob?"

"I--I guess that's it. I didn't mean to," murmured Bob.

"Well, you'll pay for having my shoes shi