“Well, now, Jim, you gotta to use restraint in yore manner of dress.” Gus declared. “The correctly appointed gentleman don’t never wear loud clothes. As George Beaumont Fletcher says, when you come outer a drawing-room--that’s a high-hat name fer picture gallery--no one ought to be able to tell what you had on. That don’t mean you should go in a bathin’ suit. It means you should be able to march in front of a herd of yearlings without stampedin’ ’em. Now let me see that pin, Jim. Put her in the tie. Now--jest stand over a bit more--by the window. There! Um--no, I’m afraid not, Jim. She don’t match. She _clashes_! Yore dress should be like a symfunny ochestry, Jim. Everything’s gotta match. Now if you was to put that pin in a _red_ tie, instead of a _green_ one, she might do O. K. Yep--a _red_ tie is what you need! Then come back an’ let me see how she looks.” There were few who dared dispute Gus’s taste in the matter of clothes, but among these insurgents was Pop Burns. He flatly refused to listen to Gus. “I ain’t no dude,” Pop proclaimed forcibly. “If I can’t put on decent clothes to go to a jamboree without a New Mexican buckeroo tellin’ me, I’ll dry up an’ blow away. I suppose if Gus didn’t have a busted arm, he’d be puttin’ on spats an’ carryin’ a cane. Huh! I goes like a man, not like a bloomin’ fashion dummy!” But for all Pop’s protests, the preparations went forward with gusto. Strange to relate, the general store at Eagles was completely stripped of green ties. To Teddy, this was a mystery until he happened to hear Norine humming “The Wearing of the Green.” Then Teddy nodded his head sagely and grinned. The first thing Nell and Ethel had thought of after it had been decided to have the dance was, naturally, their “party dresses.” Each girl had brought one evening gown with her, but these were fifteen miles away at the 8 X 8. Belle it was who solved the problem. “If Teddy or Roy were to ride over for them, they would probably crush the dresses flat before they got here,” Belle declared. “But I know what we _can_ do--we can telephone Bug Eye to bring them over in the flivver. Then they’d get here in plenty of time.” The two guests fell in with this idea enthusiastically, and asked their uncle by phone to have his man drive over with the dresses. Mr. Ball readily agreed, declaring Bug Eye would have them there by evening unless he got caught in a cyclone.