"What is it?"
"It's—a coat," said Sam, forced to tell a lie.
"When did you pledge it?"
"Yesterday."
"And you spent the money going to the theater," said Budd, sarcastically.
"Yes," said Sam, confused.
"Then you ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"I won't do it again, if you will lend me money to get it out."
"You can wait till Saturday, when you receive your wages. You have a coat on, and certainly cannot need the other. I didn't know that you had another, by the way."
Sam was beginning to see that he had only got himself into a scrape by his false statement, and he did not know how to extricate himself.