“Grandfather!” he said, reproachfully. “Please go home! Don’t beg in the streets. You make me ashamed!”
[CHAPTER II.
THE CORTLANDT STREET FERRY.]
The old man turned, and, recognizing Paul, looked somewhat ashamed.
“I—I couldn’t help it,” he whined. “I’m so poor.”
“There is no need for you to beg. I’ll bring you some money tonight.”
“Just for a little while. See, a kind gentleman gave me that,” and he displayed a silver dime.
Paul looked very much annoyed.
“If you don’t stop begging, grandfather,” he said, “I won’t come home at all. I’ll go and sleep at the Newsboys’ Lodge.”