"Oh, you shad-bones!"
Macnooder then claimed that the undershirt was manifestly sewed to the coat. The allegation was investigated and disproved, without in the slightest ruffling the composure of the Tennessee Shad, who continued his calculations while making a toothpick dance through his lips. By means of safety pins, he next fastened the back and one wing of his collar to his coat, so that one motion would clothe his upper half.
"I protest," said Doc Macnooder.
"Denied," said Turkey Reiter, as foreman of the jury.
The Tennessee Shad, donning the nightshirt, carefully unloosened the laces of his low shoes, drew them off and arranged the socks inside of them so as to economize the extra movement.
"The socks aren't his!" said Macnooder. "They're big enough for P. Lentz."
"Proceed," said Turkey Reiter.
The Tennessee Shad then unloosened his belt and the trousers slipped down him as a sailor down a greased pole.
Macnooder once more protested and was squelched.
The Tennessee Shad arranged the voluminous trousers, cast a final glance, placed the toothpick on the table and went under the covers.