"What is your name?" he managed at last.
"Joan."
She looked her own question at him, and it was not necessary to voice it.
"Mine is Ross Shanklin," he volunteered, for the first time in forgotten years giving his real name.
"I suppose you've travelled a lot."
"I sure have, but not as much as I might have wanted to."
"Papa always wanted to travel, but he was too busy at the office. He never could get much time. He went to Europe once with mamma. That was before I was born. It takes money to travel."
Ross Shanklin did not know whether to agree with this statement or not.
"But it doesn't cost tramps much for expenses," she took the thought away from him. "Is that why you tramp?"
He nodded and licked his lips.