“Then you have no idea where you’re going?” And Aunt Hannah appeared to be distressed in mind.
“I wish I did,” Seth replied with a sigh, and Gladys said quickly:
“You can’t keep walkin’ ’round all the time, for what will you do when it rains?”
“Perhaps I might come across a barn, same’s I did last night.”
“And grow to be a regular tramp?”
“I wouldn’t be one if I was willin’ to work, would I? That’s all Snip an’ me ask for now, is just a chance to earn what we’ll eat, an’ a place to sleep.”
Aunt Hannah rose from the table quickly in apparently a preoccupied manner, and the conversation was thus brought to an abrupt close.
Snip, who had already breakfasted most generously, scrambled to his feet for another excursion into the wonderful fields where he might chase butterflies to his heart’s content, and Seth lingered by the open doorway undecided as to what he should say or do.
Gladys began removing the dishes from the table, Aunt Hannah assisting now and then listlessly, as if her mind was far away; and after two or three vain efforts Seth managed to ask:
“How much will I have to pay for breakfast an’ sleepin’ in the barn?”