Of course going to New York was a very serious business, and not to be undertaken lightly.

The first thing I needed was clothes, and at my direction the Post tailor constructed what I thought was the handsomest suit in the world.

Then I proceeded to buy a necktie, so that I could wear the present which had come in the little box from the Grand Duke--a handsome scarf-pin.

The Grand Ducal overcoat and a new Stetson, added to the wardrobe I already possessed, completed my outfit.

Almost everything I had was on my back, but just the same I borrowed a little trunk of my sister, so as to impress New York with the fact that I had as many clothes as any visitor from the West.
At the last minute I decided to take along my buckskin suit.