As he gazed on the lad, he was not surprised that he had not recognized him at first, for Toto had been strangely transmogrified, and in no degree resembled the boy who had shivered in a tattered blouse in the archway near the Servants' Registry Office.

He was now gorgeous to behold.

From the moment that he had got his hundred francs he had chalked out a new line of life for himself, and was busy pursuing it.

He had found that he could make all his friends merry, and he had succeeded.

He had made a selection from the most astounding wares that the Parisian tailor keeps on hand.