"I didn't know I was a point of interest in your eyes; but seeing I am, I'm willing the girls should have a picture of me framed.

If you'll go out and sit in the shade of the shack while I shave and doll up a little, you may take a picture.

And I'll autograph it for you.

Five years from now," he went on complacently, "you're going to brag about having it in your possession.

One of those I-knew-him-when kind of brags.