"I wish thee good luck, too," said the tramp.
"Ha, ha! You've got it; you'll do."
The tramp emerged into the street, a very fair representative of a sedate Quaker. At first he forgot his gray hair, and walked with a briskness that was hardly in character with his years. He soon attracted the attention of some street boys, who, not suspecting his genuineness, thought him fair game.
"How are you, old Broadbrim?" said one.
Rudolph didn't resent this. He felt rather pleased at this compliment to his get up.
"You'd make a good scarecrow, old buffer," said another.
Still the tramp kept his temper.
A third boy picked up a half-eaten apple and fired it at him.
This was too much for the newly-converted disciple of William Penn.
"Just let me catch you, you little rascal," he exclaimed, "and I'll give you the worst licking you ever had."