[“‘Hello,’ he said. ‘Break your strap?’”]
“But—but that’s your tie!” protested the girl.
“Yes, but I don’t need it. Besides, it’s old.”
“It looks brand-new,” answered the girl.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Put your foot out, please.”
“But it’ll spoil it, won’t it?” she asked.
“Don’t care if it does. I’ve got lots more, and I never liked this one anyhow.”
“Well—” She put out the foot with the disabled skate and Dick substituted the blue necktie for the broken strap. When the skate was once more firmly in place and a nice blue bow-knot adorned the instep of her shoe the girl broke into laughter.