“Friend, what do you do when your cinch is too small for your hoss?”
“Pull.”
“Well?”
The proprietor added the girdle to the heap in mute surrender.
“And now that we’ve got down to the girdle,” he said, “the next thing is—”
“Look here, friend,” said Carrigan, “don’t go too far!”
“Well?”
“Well, fix up the underlining any way you want, but make it the best you’ve got. One thing more. There ain’t enough color in this outfit. Something for her shoulders?”
“A scarf. Right here.”
Carrigan picked out a filmy, orchid-colored tissue.