The little urchin replied: "I'm so sorry I got mud on your dress; I didn't mean to do it."
"Where are you going, all by your little self, anyway?"
"I'm going to my aunt's where I live."
"Have you no mother?"
"No mam; she died four weeks ago. I ain't got any mother now, and that's why I was settin' up close to you to make believe you wuz my mother. I'm sorry 'bout the mud, you'll 'scuse me, won't you, good lady?"
The woman extending her hand said: "Yes I will; come here," and soon her arm was about him, and tears in her eyes, and the boy could have wiped his feet on any dress in that car without rebuke. We want more of human touch in national and individual life.
A tramp called at a fine home for his supper. The owner said: "You can have something to eat provided you do some work beforehand."
"What can I do," asked the "hobo."
A set of harness was given him to clean. The gentleman went to his supper, and soon after a blue-eyed, golden-haired girl of four years came out, and approaching the tramp, said: "Good evening, sir. Is you got a little girl like me?"
"No, I am all alone in the world."