“Yes, I’ll give you something,” she said. “Sit down on the porch.”
With a look of grateful relief, the tramp sank down on the step.
In a minute, Mrs. Clark brought him a big bowl of the warm soup she had prepared for dinner, and two thick slices of bread.
Clinging close to her mother, Stella watched the tramp devour the food greedily.
“My, he must have been hungry!” she thought.
II
After the tramp had eaten most of the food, Mrs. Clark asked, “Where is your home?”
“I have no home, lady.”
“But where do you live?”
“Oh, anywhere I happen to be.”