"Levi's!" he whispered, hoarsely, as he drew out a pair of brand new overalls and shook them out proudly. "I ain't a reg'lar swell like you are," he exclaimed, "but even if I am poor I wear clean pants at weddin's!"
He groped in the bag again and drew out a scarf of gorgeous pink silk.
"Ain't that a eligent piece of goods?" he demanded, holding it out in the early sunlight.
"It is that, Tommy!"
"But that ain't all. Hist!"
He shifted about, hiding the bag behind his body that the surprise might be complete. Then, with a swift movement he held aloft proudly a stiff-bosomed shirt.
"Ah!" he breathed as it was revealed entirely. "How's that for tony?"
"That's great!"
"Reg'lar armor plate, Bruce! I've gentled th' damn thing, too! Worked with him 'n hour yesterday. He bucked an' rared an' tried to fall over backwards with me, but I showed him reason after a while! Just proves that if a man sets his mind on anythin' he can do it ... even if it's bein' swell!"
Bruce laughed his assent and remarked to himself that the array of smudgy thumb prints about the collar band was eloquent evidence of the struggle poor Tommy had experienced.