"He ordered a cup o' coffee and beefsteak—I don't know what else he had."
"I'll learn him to chate and decave me!" said the old woman, angrily. "He only brought home twenty-five cents yesterday, and I takin' care of him, and buyin' him close and vittles."
"I guess he buys some dinner every day," said Tim.
"And I never to suspect it! Tim, dear, you're a good boy to come and tell me. You wouldn't treat your best friend that way?"
"No, I wouldn't!" said Tim, virtuously. "What are you goin' to do to him, Peggy?"
"Where's my stick, Tim? Do you see it anywhere?"
"No, I don't," answered Tim, after a search.
"Some of them children downstairs must have carried it off."
"I can buy you a cane for ten cents."
"And where would the ten cents come from I would like to know. I'll bate him wid my fists, the ongrateful young kid."