“Where’s your shop?”
“Haven’t one yet.”
“Where do you live?”
“Nowheres—yet.”
“I can’t give you such a job as this until I know something about you,” says Mr. Manning.
“Dad and me, we jest come to town,” says Catty. “We always been shiftless, but I got to be respectable now and make folks respect me. I’ve made Dad agree to live here, and he’s got to work. We hain’t never done nothin’ but be shiftless and traipse around since Mother died.”
“Tramps, eh?”
“I calc’late you’d call us that.”
“Expect me to trust a couple of tramps with this job?”
“Yes.”