"
"What for?"
"To help me get married."
Grant could only gape at him.
"Don't you know Margaret has gone to New York?"
"I saw it in the paper, but--"
"Now, don't go back a week to ancient history."
"I don't believe it," foamed Grant, so distracted that he sprang
up and paced the floor, making wild gestures with his arms and
head.
Craig watched, seemed hugely amused. "You'll see, about noon to-
morrow. You've got to put in the morning shopping for me. I
haven't got--You know what sort of a wardrobe mine is. Wardrobe?
Hand satchel! Carpet-bag! Rag-bag! If I took off my shoes you'd
see half the toes of one foot and all the heel of the other. And
only my necktie holds this collar in place. Both buttonholes are
gone. As for my underclothes--but I'll spare you these."
"Yes, do," said Grant with a vicious sneer.
"Now, you've got to buy me a complete outfit." Craig drew a roll
of bills from his pocket, counted off several, threw them on the
table. "There's four hundred dollars, all I can afford to waste at
present. Make it go as far as you can. Get a few first-class
things, the rest decent and substantial, but not showy. I'll pay
for the suits I've got to get.
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