"What's the use?" said Doc half heartedly, moving back into the litter of the closet.
"Don't get it unless you can afford it," said the Tennessee Shad in a friendly whisper.
When at length the souvenir set had been carefully displayed on the top of a box, cleared for the occasion, Stover beheld a green and white pitcher, rising like a pond lily from the depths of a red and white basin, while a lavender tooth mug, a blue cup and a pink soap dish gave the whole somewhat the effect of an aurora-borealis.
The Tennessee Shad sprang up and examined each piece with a connoisseur's enthusiasm. The lavender tooth mug, especially, attracted his curiosity. He looked it over, handled it gingerly, holding it to the light.
"Don't think this is up to the rest," he said finally, looking at Doc. "It's cracked."
"Suppose it is!" said Doc scornfully. "Do you know whose that is? That was swiped out of the set of Brother Baldwin."
"No?"
"Fact. Last day of spring term, when he was giving a math exam."
"You don't say so!"
"What are the rest?" said Stover, wondering what sum could possibly compensate for such treasures.