His shirt and collar gave unmistakable evidence that pajamas or other night-gear were regarded as superfluities, and his most conspicuous garment as he appeared behind the counter was a cardigan jacket of a frowsiness beyond compare.

A greasy neck scarf was embellished with a gem whose truthfulness was without pretence.

The atmosphere of the room was accounted for by a remark which was made by one of the loungers as John came in.

"Say, Ame," the fellow drawled, "I guess the' was more skunk cabbidge 'n pie plant 'n usual 'n that last lot o' cigars o' your'n, wa'n't the' ?" to which insinuation "Ame" was spared the necessity of a rejoinder by our friend's advent.
"Wa'al, guess we c'n give ye a room.

Oh, yes, you c'n register if you want to.