"Who is it?"
"Harry Bertram, the actor."
Dr. Redmond looked surprised.
"How did you get acquainted with him?"
Jed told the story. The incident of Fogson's assault on the sleeping actor and his defeat amused the doctor not a little.
"He may be of service to you," he said. "At any rate, an actor sees a good deal of the world, and he may be able to give you some advice. Now put on your clothes and see what a transformation they will make."
Mrs. Redmond took Jed up to a small chamber belonging to her absent son, and laid the clothing on the bed, advising Jed to go into the bathroom close by and take a good bath.
When, half an hour or more later, he descended to the floor below, Dr. Redmond started in surprise. In place of the poorhouse drudge there stood before him a good-looking boy, attired in a brown suit, with clean linen and his hair neatly brushed. Dr. and Mrs. Redmond exchanged glances.
"I wouldn't believe clothes made such a difference," exclaimed the doctor.