"That is a large number. Yea, verily, it is," said the tramp.
"Well, it is, but we need them all. There's a good deal of carting to do for the hotel, besides Mr. Porter keeps a livery stable. Was you ever this way before?" asked James, thinking he might as well ask a few questions also.
"Nay, verily."
"Where might you be from?"
"From Philadelphia."
"I've heard there's a good many Quakers out that way."
"Yea, verily, my friend, thee is right."
"Are you going away to-morrow morning?"
"Nay, friend, I think I shall tarry a day or two. Is that lad thy son?"
"Tony, he asks if you are my son," said James, laughing. "No, his name is Tony Rugg, while mine is James Woodley."