“You see, I don’t want to spend all my money,” he said. “I ain’t got but twenty-five cents.”
“It shan’t cost you a cent. I will pay for both our dinners.”
“You will?” exclaimed Peter, gladly. “Have you got money enough?”
“Oh, yes, I’ve got enough for that.”
“Then, come along!”
Five minutes later they were knocking at the door of the farmhouse.
A woman, who had evidently been busy getting dinner, her face being flushed with the heat of the kitchen stove, came to the door and surveyed the boys with suspicion.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Madam,” said Andy, pulling off his hat politely, “my friend and I are hungry, and——”
“We ain’t got anything for tramps,” said the woman, sourly.