"'S little old last year's car," said Bean with skilled ennui.
He was trying to remember—mustn't talk to a ball-player about ball; they're sick of it.
"Got a busy day ahead of me in the Street," he said brightly. "I was only taking a little spin to get my head cleared out. Have to keep your head clear down there!"
"Say, that's some suit you have on," said the Pitcher with frank admiration. "I like that check."
"Do you?" asked Bean, trying not to choke. Then, "Where'd you get yours? I was noticing that suit the other night; saw you up at Claremont—"
"Couple of pals of mine when I'm in town—"
"That white line against the blue comes out great in the day time. Cut well, too. I see you got one those patent neck-capes that prevents wrinkling below the coat-collar. And extension safety pockets, I suppose?"
"Match pockets, change pockets, pencil pockets, fountain pen pockets, improved secret money pocket, right here; see?" The speaker indicated the last mentioned item. "Flower holder up here under the lapel." He revealed it.
"I have 'em make a vestee," said Bean; "goes on with gold pins; adds dressiness, the man says."
The Pitcher revealed a vestee, adjusted with gold pins.