Neither could the rest of the family.

I have often told how I scraped up some capital and invested it in a shoe-shining outfit.
Nearly every traveling man who came to the hotel allowed me to shine his shoes.

The townsfolk let their shoes go gray all week, but the gay commercial travelers all were dudes and dressed like Sunday every day.
They brought the new fashions to town and were looked upon as high-toned fellows.

Their flashy get-up caught the girls, which made the town-boys hate them.

But I liked them very well because they brought me revenue.
"Where a man's treasure is, there is his heart also," says the proverb, and my experience proved it true.