[Illustration: “Wooed her across the counter with a King Cophetua air.”] THE TRIMMED LAMP AND OTHER STORIES OF THE FOUR MILLION BY O. HENRY _Author of “The Four Million,” “The Voice of the City,” “Strictly Business,” “Whirligigs,” “Sixes and Sevens,” Etc._ CONTENTS THE TRIMMED LAMP A MADISON SQUARE ARABIAN NIGHT THE RUBAIYAT OF A SCOTCH HIGHBALL THE PENDULUM TWO THANKSGIVING DAY GENTLEMEN THE ASSESSOR OF SUCCESS THE BUYER FROM CACTUS CITY THE BADGE OF POLICEMAN O’ROON BRICKDUST ROW THE MAKING OF A NEW YORKER VANITY AND SOME SABLES THE SOCIAL TRIANGLE THE PURPLE DRESS THE FOREIGN POLICY OF COMPANY 99 THE LOST BLEND A HARLEM TRAGEDY “THE GUILTY PARTY”—AN EAST SIDE TRAGEDY ACCORDING TO THEIR LIGHTS A MIDSUMMER KNIGHT’S DREAM THE LAST LEAF THE COUNT AND THE WEDDING GUEST THE COUNTRY OF ELUSION THE FERRY OF UNFULFILMENT THE TALE OF A TAINTED TENNER ELSIE IN NEW YORK THE TRIMMED LAMP Of course there are two sides to the question. Let us look at the other. We often hear “shop-girls” spoken of. No such persons exist. There are girls who work in shops. They make their living that way. But why turn their occupation into an adjective? Let us be fair. We do not refer to the girls who live on Fifth Avenue as “marriage-girls.” Lou and Nancy were chums. They came to the big city to find work because there was not enough to eat at their homes to go around. Nancy was nineteen; Lou was twenty. Both were pretty, active, country girls who had no ambition to go on the stage. The little cherub that sits up aloft guided them to a cheap and respectable boarding-house. Both found positions and became wage-earners. They remained chums. It is at the end of six months that I would beg you to step forward and be introduced to them. Meddlesome Reader: My Lady friends, Miss Nancy and Miss Lou. While you are shaking hands please take notice—cautiously—of their attire. Yes, cautiously; for they are as quick to resent a stare as a lady in a box at the horse show is. Lou is a piece-work ironer in a hand laundry. She is clothed in a badly-fitting purple dress, and her hat plume is four inches too long; but her ermine muff and scarf cost $25, and its fellow beasts will be ticketed in the windows at $7.98 before the season is over. Her cheeks are pink, and her light blue eyes bright. Contentment radiates from her.