"How much does a dress suit cost?" Skinner murmured, almost inarticulately.
"Only ninety dollars!"
Skinner reached for his demi-tasse and gulped it down hot. "I see," he said. Then, after a pause, "Couldn't we hire one? It's only for one occasion."
"My Dearie in a hired dress suit? I guess not!"
Skinner pondered a moment, like a cat on a fence with a dog on either side. "Could n't we buy it on the installment plan?"
"We might buy a cheap suit on the installment plan. But remember, Dearie, we're not going to be cheap people any more!"
"One can see that with half an eye," said Skinner.
"Now, Dearie, don't be sarcastic."
"I think I 'll have another demi-tasse," said Skinner, playing for time, and held out his cup.
"It'll keep you awake, Dearie."