It was late and he was in a hurry, for he knew he had a rival, a man named Jim Johnson, and he did not want Johnson to get to the widow's home ahead of him.

He washed up and donned his clothing with rapidity, and never noticed that anything was wrong with the coat.
"Now, Sam, you fix his necktie for him," whispered Tom, who, with his younger brother, was lying in wait outside the house.

"Tell him it doesn't set just straight." Sam understood, and as soon as Aleck appeared he sauntered up side by side with Tom.
"Hullo, Aleck, going to see your best girl ?" he said pleasantly.
"I'se gwine to make a little call, dat's all." "He's after the widow Taylor," put in Tom.

"He knows she's got ten thousand or so in the bank." "Massa Tom, you dun quit yo' foolin'," expostulated Aleck.
"If you are going to make a society call you want your necktie on straight," said Sam.

"It's a fine tie, but it's no good the way you have it tied.