Where are you going?" asked Petey"Home for the weekend." I threw the few things into the bag. Listen," he said, clutching my arm eagerly, while you're home. you couldnt get some money from your old man, could you, and tend it to me so ican buy a raccoon coat? l may do better than that, said with a mysterious wink and closed my bag and left. "Look," I said to Petey when I got back Monday morning. I threw open the suitcase and revealed a huge, hairy, gamy object that my father had worn in his Stutz Bearcat in 1925. "Holy Toledo!" said Petey reverently. He plunged his hands into the raccoon coat and then his face. "Holy Toledo!" he repeated fifteen or twenty times. "Would you like it?" I asked. his eyes Oh yes!" he cried, clutching the greasy pelt to him. Then a canny look came into"What do you want for it?" "Your girl, I said, mincing no words.