Then he returned to his room, and entered seriously upon the task of arraying himself in his wedding attire.

To get on his collar and neck-tie properly, he was obliged to call for Mr.Benedict's assistance.
Jim was already getting red in the face.
"What on arth folks want to tie theirselves up in this way for in hot weather, is more nor I know," he said.

"How do ye s'pose them Mormons live, as is doin' this thing every three days ?" Jim asked this question with his nose in the air, patiently waiting the result of Mr.Benedict's manipulations at his throat.

When he could speak again, he added: "I vow, if I was doin' a big business in this line, I'd git some tin things, an' have 'em soddered on, an' sleep in 'em." This sent Harry into another giggle, and, with many soliloquies and much merriment, the dressing in both rooms went on, until, in Jim's room, all became still.

When Benedict and his boy had completed their toilet, they looked in upon Jim, and found him dressed and seated on his trunk.
"Good morning, Mr.Fenton," said Benedict, cheerfully.
Jim, who had been in deep thought, looked up, and said: "Do ye know that that don't seem so queer to me as it used to?
It seems all right fur pertickler friends to call me Jim, but clo'es is what puts the Mister into a man.