"Put on another.

You're not dressing for a shindy in a shack." "But it's the only one of my half-dozen that has a bang-up bosom." "Bang-up?
That sheet of mottled mica ?" Craig surveyed the shiny surface ruefully.

"What's the matter with this ?" he demanded.
"Oh, nothing," replied Arkwright, in disgust.

"Only, it looks more like something to roof a house with than like linen for a civilized man." Craig reared.

"But, damn it, Grant, I'm not civilized.