A ragged, bearded tramp stood before the door of a cottage near the outskirts of a country village, and propounded this question to a pretty girl who stood in the door.
"In a moment."
The girl disappeared, soon returning with a pitcher.
She went to the pump near, and soon had the pitcher running over with sparkling water.
"I will bring a cup."
"Needn't mind."
The tramp lifted the pitcher and quaffed the water as though he enjoyed it.
His eyes were not pleasant as he turned them keenly on the pretty face of the girl.
"Folks at home?"
"No."