"Well, call it one bone, then."
Stover looked gratefully at the Tennessee Shad, who winked at him to show him he was his friend.
"Now, about a crockery set," said Macnooder, scratching his head. "I've got two, plain and fancy, what we call a souvenir set—but you wouldn't understand that. I'll show you the regular kind."
"What's a souvenir set?" said Dink, mystified.
"Oh, it's a sort of school fad," said the Tennessee Shad, as Doc disappeared. "Every piece is different, collected from all sorts of places—swap 'em around like postage stamps, don't you know. We've got rather tired of the ordinary thing, you know."
"Say, that's a bully idea," said Dink, whose imagination was appealed to.
"Some of the fellows have perfect beauts," said the Tennessee Shad, yawning; "got at hotels, and house parties, and all that sort of thing."
"Why, that beats hooking signs all hollow," said Dink, growing enthusiastic.
"I didn't know you'd be interested," said the Tennessee Shad carelessly. "Like to see one?"
"You bet I would."