"Oh, I have," said Jack. "I bought several suits of clothes at a dollar each. They didn't have any in stock except those funny outfits they wear in the store, but I took them a picture from a magazine advertisement and they made me some suits to order."
"Is that one of them?" asked Lorene, gazing critically at the somewhat baggy suit he was wearing.
"No," said Jack sheepishly. "I thought they were too nice to wear to work. They're that spun glass, or whatever it is. Go dancing with me tonight and I'll wear one."
"Can't," said Lorene. "I've got a date with Ken."
"I never get to go out with you any more, Lorene," Jack said glumly. "What have I done to make you turn me down every time?"
"Nothing," said Lorene candidly. "I like you as a friend, Jack. But Ken—well, he's got that extra something I can't resist. We're going to get married, you know."
"No, I didn't," said Jack, but he wasn't very surprised.
Just then Ken breezed in.
"Hi, honey," he said. "Hello, Jack. Say, you two, come out and take a look at my new car."
"New car!" squealed Lorene. "Oh, Ken! But I can't leave the store. I'll have to look from the door."