"I will tell him not to give you anything," continued Clarence.
"Like father, like son," said the stranger thoughtfully, apparently not disturbed by the boy's threats.
Evidently he was no common tramp, or he would have been more respectful to the son of the man from whom he was probably about to ask a favor.
"You just wait till you see my father. He'll give you a lecture that you won't soon forget."
"You'd better get on your wheel, boy, and go right along," said the stranger calmly.
"Do you know where my father lives?"
"Yes, at yonder fine house. I see him sitting out on the piazza. Shall we go along together?"
"No, I don't keep such company as you. Tramps are not my style."
"And yet some day you may be as poor and friendless as myself."
"That isn't very likely; my father is a very rich man."