There was a decided thrill in the prospect of possessing such finery, all initialed with huge, silken O.B's.

Life was presenting wholly novel and exciting possibilities to the youth.
When Gray offered him a cigarette, Buddy rudely took the gold case out of his hand and examined it, then he laughed in raucous delight.
"Gosh! I never knew men had _purty_ things.

I--I'm goin' to get me one like that." "Do you like it ?" "Gee! It's _swell_!" "Good! I'll make you a present of it." Buddy stared at the speaker in speechless surprise.

"What--what for ?" he finally stammered.
"Because you admire it." "Why--it's solid gold, ain't it ?" "To be sure." "How much d'it cost ?" "My dear fellow," Gray protested, "you shouldn't ask questions like that.

You embarrass me." Buddy examined the object anew, then he inquired, "Say, why'd you offer to gimme this ?" "I've just told you." Gray was becoming impatient.