"Say it ag'in," he muttered.
"I wouldn't wonder if a little food would make you feel better," Mr. Singleton added.
"A little, did ye say?" Blenkinsop asked.
"Make it a lot—as much as you can accommodate."
"And do ye mean that ye want me to go an' eat in yer house?"
"Yes, at my table—why not?"
"It wouldn't be respectable. I don't want to be too particular but a tramp must draw the line somewhere."
"I'll be on my best behavior. Come on," said the minister.
The two men hastened up the street followed by the dejected little yellow dog, Christmas.
Mrs. Singleton and her daughter were out with a committee of the Children's Helpers and the minister was dining alone that day and, as usual, at one o'clock, that being the hour for dinner in the village of Bingville.