"Well," he said, "Mr. Potiphar may be right. I remember an expression
of my carnal days about 'coming it too strong.' which seems to me to
be applicable just here."

After a little more talk, I determined to have red plush breeches,
with a black cord at the side--white stockings--low shoes with large
buckles--a yellow waistcoat, with large buttons--lappels to the
pockets--and a purple coat, very full and fine, bound with gold
lace--and the hat banded with a full gold rogette. Don't you think
that would look well in Hyde Park? And, darling Carrie, why shouldn't
we have in Broadway what they have in Hyde Park?

When Mr. P. came in, I told him all about it. He laughed a good deal,
and said, "What next?" So I am not sure that he would be so very hard
upon the wig. The next morning I had appointed to see the new footman,
and as Mr. P. went out he turned and said to me, "Is your footman
coming to-day?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Well," said he, "don't forget the calves. You know that everything in
the matter of livery depends upon the calves."

And he went out laughing silently to himself, with--actually,
Carrie--a tear in his eye.

But it was true, wasn't it? I remember in all the books and pictures
how much is said about the calves. In advertisements, etc., it is
stated that none but well-developed calves need apply, at least it is