“Do you think your mother would give me some dinner?”
“I guess she would. Mam’s real accommodatin’.”
“Will you ask her?”
“Yes; just come along of me.”
He turned into the yard, and followed a narrow path to the back door.
“I’ll stay here while you ask,” said Carl.
The boy entered the house, and came out after a brief absence.
“Mam says you’re to come in,” he said.
Carl, glad at heart, and feeling quite prepared to eat fifty cents’ worth of dinner, followed the boy inside.
A pleasant-looking, matronly woman, plainly but neatly attired, came forward to greet him.