that
way--mussed up and careless. Natural like it was a hard game to play,
because how could you tell when to be careless and when not to be? But,
as I said, we was coming on.

Mr. Henderson--he was the hotel manager and a pretty good sport too--he
sort of struck up a friendship with Old Man Wright, and you couldn't
hardly say we didn't have no visitors, for he come in every once in a
while and was right nice to us. You see, what with Old Man Wright
wearing his necktie careless and Bonnie Bell dressing exactly like she
come out of a fashion paper, if it hadn't been for me our outfit might
of got by for being best people, all right. Like enough I queered the
game some; but Henderson he didn't seem to mind even me.

The day before Christmas Bonnie Bell said her new house was all done and
all furnished, everything in, servants and all, ready for us to move in
that very night and spend Christmas Eve there. But she says Mr.
Henderson, the manager of the hotel, wanted us to eat our last dinner
that night in the hotel before we went home. To oblige him we done so.

He taken us in hisself that night. The man at the door snatched our
hats away, but he taken Bonnie Bell's coat--fur-lined it was and cost a
couple of thousand dollars--over his arm, and he held back the chair for
her. There was flowers on the table a plenty. I reckon he fixed it up.
There wasn't no ham shank and greens, but there was everything else.

I shouldn't wonder if some of the best people was there. Everybody had
on the kind of clothes they wear in the evening in a town like
this--spiketails for the men, and silk things, low, for the womenfolks.
Old Man Wright, with his red moustache, a little gray, him tall, but not
fat, and his necktie a little mussed up, was just as good-looking a man
as was in the place.

As for Bonnie Bell--well, I looked at our girl as I set there in my own
best clothes and my necktie tied the best I knew how, and, honest, she
was so pretty I was scared. The fact is, pretty ain't just the word. She
was more than that--she was beautiful.

Her dress was some sort of soft green silk, I reckon, cut low, and her
neck was high and white, and her hair was done up high behind and tied
up somehow, and her chin was held up high. She had some color in her
face--honest color--and her eyes was big and bright. Her arms was bare
up above where her gloves come to. She didn't have on very many
rings--though, Lord! if she wanted them she could of