Tony was now nearly dressed.
"You didn't get your clothing from a fashionable tailor, I should judge," said his new guardian.
"No," said Tony, "I haven't been to fashionable tailors much."
"After breakfast I must go with you and see you properly clothed. If you are to be my ward, I must have your appearance do me credit."
"How very kind you are to me, Mr. Spencer," said Tony, gratefully. "I don't know how to repay you."
"You've done something in that way already."
"It seems like a dream that a poor boy like me should be adopted by a rich gentleman."
"It is a dream you won't wake up from very soon. Now if you are ready we will go down to breakfast."
Tony hung back.
"Won't you be ashamed to have me seen with you in these clothes?" he asked.