There is a practical convenience in this arrangement,
though there are also objections which will readily occur to the
reader.
On the whole, though the shirt fitted him too much, as he
expressed it, he regarded himself complacently.
The superabundant material gave the impression of liberal
expenditure and easy circumstances, since a large shirt naturally
costs more than a small one. So Jerry, as he walked along the
Bowery, assumed a jaunty air, precisely such as some of my
readers may when they have a new suit to display. His new shirt
was quite conspicuous, since he was encumbered neither with vest
nor coat.
Mike, feeling sore over his defeat, met Jerry the next morning on
Chatham street. His quick eye detected the improved state of his
friend's apparel, and his indignation rose, as he reflected that
Jerry had pocketed the profits while the hard knocks had been
his.
"Jerry!" he called out.
Jerry did not see fit to heed the call. He was sensible that
Mike had something to complain of, and he was in no hurry to meet
his reproaches.
"Jerry McGaverty!" called Mike, coming near.
"Oh, it's you, Mike, is it?" answered Jerry, unable longer to
keep up the pretense of not hearing.
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