He was in his slouch hat and rough flannel shirt and high boots the other day and looked like a tramp." "Better not laugh at Jack, Cory," Garry had replied; "you'll be taking your own hat off to him one of these days; we all shall.

Arthur Breen missed it when he let him go.

Jack's queer about some things, but he's a thoroughbred and he's got brains!" "He insulted Mr.Breen in his own house, that's why he let him go," snapped Corinne.

The idea of her ever taking off her hat, even figuratively, to John Breen, was not to be brooked,--not for an instant.
"Yes, that's one way of looking at it, Cory, but I tell you if Arthur Breen had had Jack with him these last few months--ever since he left him, in fact,--and had listened once in a while to what Jack thought was fair and square, the firm of A.B.

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