"It is my ward, madame," he answered. "He has been roughing it in the country, which accounts for the state of his wardrobe."
"O, I beg pardon, sir," said Mrs. Middleton. "I thought his face looked familiar."
"You see, Tony, that your appearance attracts attention," said Mr. Spencer, laughing. "Now we'll go out, and I'll get you a fit-out."
They went to a well-known clothier's, and Mr. Spencer purchased two handsome suits for our hero, one of which he put on at once. At another place a plentiful supply of under-clothing was purchased. Next a hat and shoes were procured. Tony's hair was cut, he took a bath, and in a couple of hours he was transformed into a young gentleman of distinguished appearance.
"Really, Tony, I shouldn't have known you," said his friend.
"I shouldn't have known myself," said Tony. "I almost think it must be some other boy. Who'd think I was Tony, the Tramp, now?"
"You are not to be a tramp any longer. I have not yet formed my plans for you, but I shall soon. I suppose, Tony, your education has been neglected."
"I should think it had," answered Tony. "I'm as ignorant as a horse."
"Then you ought to learn something."