"It's loaned."
"You haven't got a stick-pin on you?"
"Left 'em at home—never thought Al would go back on me."
Al smiled.
"That's a very nice spring coat you've got on," said the Tennessee Shad, as though struck by an inspiration. "Why don't you put that up for a couple of hours?"
"Not on your life," said Macnooder indignantly. "This coat's brand new, worth thirty dollars."
Al, suddenly shifting, leaned forward, both elbows on the counter, and studied the coat with a reminiscent air.
"Oh, put it up," said the Tennessee Shad.
"Never. I've got associations about this coat and, besides, I've got to make a swell call in Princeton to-morrow."
"What's the diff?" said the Tennessee Shad, yawning. "It's only a couple of hours; and you know you said you were going to clean off the whole slate with Al, sure as Turkey boned up."