So Bland took a bath and emerged looking almost respectable.
Johnny had brought his second-best shoes out, and Bland put them on, pursing his loose lips because the shoes were a size too small.

But Johnny had thrown Bland's shoes out of the window, so Bland had to bear the pinching.
Johnny sat on the edge of the dresser smoking and fanning the smoke away from his round, meditative eyes while he looked Bland over.

Bland caught the look, and in spite of the shoes he grinned amiably.
"I take it back, bo, what I said about gratitude.

You got it, after all." "Huh!" Johnny grunted.

"Gratitude, huh ?" "I knowed you wouldn't throw down a friend, old top.