Norton examined the lapel of the coat, his lips twitching to suppress a smile:
"My suit of broadcloth——"
Andy rubbed his hands over the coat in profound amazement:
"Is dis de broadcloth? De Lawd er mussy!"
Norton shook his head:
"You old black hound——"
Andy broke into a loud laugh:
"Yassah, yassah! Dat's me. But, major, I couldn't find the vest!"
"Too bad—shall I get it for you?"
"Nasah—des tell me whar yer put it!"