Later in the day, when their clothes were dry, Mordaunt took Tom to a fashionable clothing store, and bought him two suits of clothes, of handsome cloth and stylish cut, and, in addition, purchased him a sufficient stock of under-clothing. He also ordered a trunk to be sent up to the room. Then, it being time, they went home to supper. Mordaunt had already spoken to Mrs. White about receiving our hero as a boarder. Of course she was very ready to do so. Tom felt, at first, a little embarrassed, but this feeling soon wore away. He was not a guest, but a boarder, and was addressed by the landlady and the boarders as Mr. Grey. He came near laughing the first time he was called by this name, but soon got used to it. It was a first-class boarding-house. There were some dozen boarders, all of ample means. As Tom looked around him, and remembered that only a short time previous he had been a New York street-boy and bootblack, he could hardly believe that the change was permanent. "What would they think if they knowed what I was?" he thought. Next to him at table sat an elderly young lady, who was not in the habit of receiving attentions from gentlemen of marriageable age, and was therefore inclined to notice those more youthful. "Do you like the opera, Mr. Grey?" she asked. "Do you?" asked Tom, who had never heard an opera in his life. New York bootblacks seldom attend such classic entertainments. They prefer the old Bowery entertainments. "I dote upon it," said Miss Green, enthusiastically. "So do I," said Tom, much to Mordaunt's amusement. "What is your favorite opera?" asked Miss Green. "I haven't got any favorite," said Tom, who thought this the best answer, as he did not know the name of any. "I think Trovatore splendid." "It's tip-top." "That's a gentleman's word," said Miss Green, laughing. "I am glad you agree with me. Do you sing yourself?" "A little," said Tom. "Shall I come and sing under your window to-night?" There was a general laugh at this offer. "Oh, do!" said Miss Green. "Do you often serenade ladies?" "I used to, but I had to give it up." "Why, Mr. Grey?" "Because it was taken for a cat-concert, and people used to throw bottles at me. I couldn't stand that." "I'll promise not to throw any bottles at you, Mr. Grey." "I'll let you know when I'm comin'," said Tom. "My voice ain't in order just at present. When it is, I'll do my best to keep you awake." "Really, Gilbert," said Mordaunt, when they had left the table, and returned to their room, "you got up quite a flirtation with Miss Green. It will be a good match for you. She's got money, and isn't more than twice as old as you are." "But when I got to be fifty she'd be a hundred," said Tom. "I guess I'll leave her for you." "She has tried her fascinations on me already," said Mordaunt; "but she soon concluded there wasn't any chance, and gave it up. She'll be wanting you to take her to the opera, as you dote upon it so much."