"A chance for me," quoth he.
XXXII
BEATING THE GAME WITH ONE SHIRT
We will land at Tilbury (London) in an hour, and I have beaten the game with one shirt.
The English are great in many respects, but in nothing do they excel more thoroughly than in dressing for dinner. Now we, of the great American "proletariat," are not strangers to the dress-suit. We do, on occasions, don it.
At evening weddings we put it on.
When a town magnate gives an evening reception, those of us who are counted among the elect and get an invitation, put on a dress-suit.
Occasions of this kind may happen three or four times a year, and, to make sure that everything is in order, after the invitations are out and we have received ours, our wives, who are more solicitous about this thing than we men, dig up hubby's dress suit and give it an airing.
We do, on occasions, don it