I haven't got--You know what sort of a wardrobe mine is.

Wardrobe?
Hand satchel! Carpet-bag! Rag-bag! If I took off my shoes you'd see half the toes of one foot and all the heel of the other.

And only my necktie holds this collar in place.

Both buttonholes are gone.

As for my underclothes--but I'll spare you these." "Yes, do," said Grant with a vicious sneer.
"Now, you've got to buy me a complete outfit." Craig drew a roll of bills from his pocket, counted off several, threw them on the table.
"There's four hundred dollars, all I can afford to waste at present.
Make it go as far as you can.