CHAPTER XII
THE TRAMP
MARY FRANCES peeped out of the open window. A tramp!
"Oh, dear,—shall I open the door?" thought the frightened little girl.
"Please, Miss,"—the oldest, hungriest-looking tramp she ever saw looked down at her, taking off his worn out cap. "Please, Miss—a cup o' tea—anything? I am that tired and faint."
He caught hold the railing.