"Old top. Cast your eye on this."
Skippy gazed and his courage rose. His private opinion was that Snorky looked like a French butcher going to a morning wedding in hired regalia.
"The suit's a lalapazooza!" he said carefully.
"It'll kill old Carrots," said Snorky, who thus referred to his sister. "She's over the age limit now but when I pull this she'll look a grandmother! Say, look me over. Make sure there are no tags or price marks. All right?"
"Jim dandy."
He went two steps to the door and turned.
"Say, remember one thing. Keep your fists out of your trousers pockets, Bo. That's important."
"Why so?"
"Ignoramus," said Skippy, reproachfully. "That'll give the whole game away. You never stick your hands in your trousers pockets unless you're a greenhorn."
"How do the shirt studs work?" said Skippy, nervously.