"Folks at home?"
"No."
"All alone, eh?"
"Yes; but Ransom will be around soon--my brother."
The eyes of the tramp glittered. He seemed to delight in reading the
fresh young face before him.
"Nobody at home, eh?" he grunted. "Mebbe I'd better go in and rest a bit.
Any objections?"
"Yes. If you are hungry I'll bring you food out here."
It was a pleasant day, and the sun was warm without being hot, a rare
enjoyable day in June.
It seemed to the girl that there could be no excuse for a stout man like
the one before her tramping and begging through the country.
"Why do you not work?" she said.
"I wasn't born that way," and he chuckled unpleasantly.
The girl hurried into the house.
His Trampship followed.
She was not a little alarmed at finding the ill-looking fellow close at
her heels. She feared and dared not anger him.
Placing a chair at a table, she bade him be seated, and then she hastened
to set before him bread, milk and cold meat.
"The best the house affords, eh?" he chuckled, as he sat up to the
repast. "The very best."
"And it's good enough for a king.
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