Skinner said nothing for a moment, then burst out, "Say, I have n't got to get new underclothing, have I? Now, don't you even admit that I have! Don't you dare admit it! People can't see my underclothes unless I take my coat off and turn up my shirt-sleeves or roll up my trousers as if I were going in wading." "Of course, you have n't got to get new underclothes, Dearie. But there's a psychology to it. If you don't _feel_ well dressed, you won't _look_ well dressed. You don't want to be a fraud, with a beautiful dress suit and cheap underneath--and my old Dearie's no fraud." Skinner passed quickly over the remark. "How much?" "You can get the best for four dollars a garment." "Gosh!" For a moment Skinner pondered; then abruptly, "Say I 'll be hanged if I don't buy new underclothes. For the first time in my life, I 'll be well dressed all through--hide, hoofs, and horns!--socks, drawers, undershirt, shoes, trousers, waistcoat, coat, hat, overcoat! Is there anything else?" he shouted. "Let me think." "Yes, think hard!" Skinner retorted. "Don't leave a stone unturned to make me the one, great, perfect tailor's model!" "There are gloves and a monocle chain. You can get them both for three dollars," Honey added sweetly, affecting not to notice Skinner's reproachful irony. "A monocle chain?" Skinner shouted. "What's that? Something to lead me by? Am I going to be a monkey?" "Don't be silly, Dearie!" Skinner laughed with deep disgust. "Why be a 'piker,' Skinner? You got your raise, did n't you? Damn you, you got your raise! Why be a 'piker'?" "Piker?" Honey exclaimed. "It'll be a regular debauch in clothes!" "Debauch!" Skinner cried. "It'll be a riot!" Honey clapped her hands delightedly. "Is that all? Are you through with me? Are you finished with me absolutely?" Honey nodded. "You're not holding anything in reserve to spring on me? If you've got anything to say, say it now while I 'm in my agony--you can't hurt me any more!" "My love, you're the finished product!" "Good!" Skinner paused; then with quiet, grim resolution: "Now, we'll begin on you!" "Me?" Honey cried. "Yes, you! You don't suppose I 'm going to be the only one in this outfit to be decked out in gay attire? What would they think if they saw a resplendent individual like me and a shabby little wife? It would be as bad as the man that went on his wedding trip alone because he was too darned mean or too darned poor to take his wife along!" "But _me_! I'm all right!" "What have you got?" Skinner insisted grimly. He had borne the gaff--now it was his turn to do some of the punishing, and he enjoyed it. "What have you got?" he repeated. "The beautiful pink dress I made over." "Get it," said Skinner. Already his tone was taking on an unaccustomed authority, and Honey hastened to do as she was bid. She got the pretty, home-made thing and laid it on the table. "Put it on," Skinner ordered.