He turned back and stood for a long time, scanning the face in the kitchen mirror.

Once he went to the door, then he hesitated, and finally took out his shaving set and used it carefully and washed vigorously.

He pulled his shirt together at the throat, and hunting among his clothing, found an old red tie that he knotted around his neck.

This so changed his every-day appearance that he felt wonderfully dressed and whistled gaily on his way to the barn.

There he confided in the old gray mare as he curried and harnessed her to the spring wagon.
"Hardly know me, do you, Betsy ?" he inquired.