I want to see how these things look in a glass.

It's a cowboy outfit for when I play regular Buck Benson parts, and everything's got to be just so or the audience writes to the magazines about it and makes fun of you." "Go ahead," said Metta.

"You can git a fine look at yourself in the tall glass in the old lady's bedroom." Forthwith he went, profaning a sanctuary, to survey himself in a glass that had never reflected anything but the discreet arraying of his employer's lady.

He looked long and earnestly.

The effect was quite all he had hoped.