Tom was instantly on his knees, first spreading a piece of carpet, about a foot square, to kneel upon, and set to work with energy.
"How long have you been in this line of business, boy?" asked his customer.
"Four or five years," answered Tom.
"Do you like it?"
"I have to like it," said Tom. "I've got to do somethin' for a livin'. Bread and meat don't grow on trees."
"What's your name?" asked the stranger, abruptly.
"Tom."
"Haven't you got but one name?"
"Tom Grey's my whole name; but everybody calls me Tom."
"Grey? Did you say your name was Grey?" asked the stranger, in a tone of some excitement.