"That's not your grandfather's suit, is it?" Other than a small darn above the left elbow, the fabric appeared barely worn; Edward's father would never have packed away such a serviceable set of garments when he could have got years of use from them. The length of the legs was about right, judging by the inch or so extra they hung on Roo's lower legs, and the jacket looked a little loose across his shoulders. Definitely the former property of an adult Peveril.
"Grandmama thinks they belonged to Great-uncle Alfred," Roo said. "They were in one of Great-grandmama Eugenia's trunks."
"We'll find you some boots, and get the suit altered next week," Edward decided. "Why don't you run off and get changed while I clean up here, then we can take this beauty for a run before dinner?"
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