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his own clothes in the mirror with great satisfaction, he went on:
"While we are on the subject, what is the matter with 'yours truly'?"

"Splendid!" cried Virginia, looking him over.

Fanny beamed with pride. Laughingly she exclaimed:

"James got a Tuxedo a year ago, but this is the first time he has worn
full evening dress."

"Yes," said her husband ruefully, "I felt all right in it except my
hands and feet. My hands are no bigger than any other fellow's; but
while I had on the white kids I felt there was nothing to me but the
lunch hooks!"

"James!" cried Fanny, shocked at his vulgarity.

"Honest!" he grinned, "they felt so big that every time I put my foot
down I thought I was going to step on one of 'em!"

Virginia looked admiringly at his silk hose.

"What beautiful socks!" she exclaimed.

Drawing up his trousers, Jimmie showed more of the hose above the
pump. Grumbling, he said:

"Yes, they're all right. But what I object to is the draught that
comes through the open windows! I wouldn't be a bit surprised if I had
caught a severe cold in the instep! Pretty good looking suit, though,
isn't it?"

"Yes, indeed!" exclaimed Fanny, examining the material more closely.

Her husband pointed with pride to his imitation pearl studs.

"And say--what do you think of my near-pearls?"

"I'll get you some genuine ones," laughed his sister-in-law.

"Don't you do it!" he retorted. "I looked the other fellows over and
you couldn't tell 'em from mine! If you have any money to invest on
me, put it into something that'll show."

"I will," said Virginia, much amused. "And now tell me, what did you
really think of the opera, Jimmie?"

First he looked at his sister-in-law to see if she was seriously
consulting his opinion; then solemnly he said:

"I hoped I wouldn't have to mention it."

"Why?" she demanded, laughing.

Making a gesture of protest, he exclaimed:

"Won't you please drop the 'Jimmie' and call me 'James'?"

"Why?"

"I'm going to be a millionaire some day," he explained, "and when I
am, 'James Gillie' will be bad enough, but 'Jimmie Gillie'--Jimmy
Gillie wouldn't sound as though I had a cent."

Virginia nodded. Smilingly she replied: "I see! Well, from this time
on it shall be 'James'."

"Thanks."

"And now, having settled that point, I ask you again--what did you
really think of the opera?"

"On the level, or to tell to the neighbors?"

"Is there any difference?"

"You bet there is