He looked at them surlily.
"Garn with yer games!" he said; and he pushed past them, but Dreamikins laid her soft little hand on his arm.
"You must listen—we'll make you. It isn't a game; it's real sober truth. If you don't want us to take you in, p'raps you're hungry, or thirsty. Are you?"
Then the old tramp stopped.
"Yes," he said, "I be fair longin' for a drink. Have ye a copper, little leddies?"
But Dreamikins shook her head. "We must give it to you ourselves, and I reached you first, so I'll do it."
Freda and Daffy looked rebellious. But Dreamikins turned upon them with her sweetest smile.
"You won't mind, will you? I'll just go and get him a glass of milk. I'll take him to our house and give it to him. You see, my house is nearer than yours."
Before Freda and Daffy could offer any objections she had turned the corner of the lane with the tramp.
Annette, who had been talking to Jane, now hurried up.