tailor had deliberately neglected to put pockets in the trousers.
"What the deuce does he expect a fellow to do with his hands?" he asked KohanaSan, as if she were to blame for it. She could not make him believe that the tailor had probably forgotten it, and she did not much comfort him by the information that Ani-San never had any pockets in his uniform.
"That 's the reason I want pockets in mine," said Bob. "But say; I never knew before that there was such an intimate relation between pockets and hands." He reflected a moment. "Look here; I 've heard that they do that sometimes to divorce a fellow's hands from his pockets! Well, I '11 do with my hands precisely as I please! And the next uniform of this kind I get, I will have pockets all over it, just for spite."
"How that will be nize!" said Kohana-San.
Bob's mother was very proud of him that night, and looking down upon her white hair and pretty figure, Bob was conscious of heroic pride in being sacrificed for her.
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