"He's a crank—and soft at that. Pretends that he is literary and writes for the magazines."
"He does, doesn't he?"
"Yes, he writes for them, but I don't think his articles get printed. He just sits round and writes, and isn't any company at all. I have tried to get him to go to the theater, but he won't. Once I was hard up—hadn't but a nickel—and asked him to lend me a quarter. He wouldn't."
"Very likely he hasn't got much money."
"That's right. Did you ever see such shabby neckties as he wears?"
"He hasn't your advantages about getting new neckties," said Andy, with a smile, for he had already learned where Sam was at work.
"How do you like the tie I have on? It's a stunner, isn't it?" asked Sam, complacently.
"It's very showy."
"I get a new necktie every week. You see, I get them at half price. Girls always notice your necktie."
"Then I don't think they'll pay me much attention."