With sunshine or with shade.
—Whittier.
THE TRAMP
I
“Oh, mother, I saw such a funny old tramp up the street,” said Stella, as she came running into the house. “The boys were calling him names. ‘Look at old red nose,’ they called. He was so angry; you ought to have seen him shake his stick at them.”
“That was very wrong—to make fun of an old man, even if he was a tramp,” replied Mrs. Clark, looking serious.
“Yes, that is what I thought, mother. He seemed so poor and old. His clothes were shabby, his shoes were full of holes, and his hat was too big for him. He had such a bristly beard and such a red nose, and was so dirty!”
“Poor old man, one can not help feeling sorry for him,” sighed Mrs. Clark.