Chapter II
When the betrothal of Isabelle Imogene McSween to Hamilton Finnerty was tipped off to their set, the élite of Harlem fairly quivered with the glow and glory of it. The Four Hundred were agog.
“It’s d’ swiftest deal of d’ season!” said De Pygstyster.
“Hammy won’t do a t’ing to McSween’s millions, I don’t t’ink!” said Von Pretselbok.
“Hammy’ll boin a wet dog. An’ don’t youse forget it, I’ll be in on d’ incineration!” said Goosevelt.