"How do you like being a Quaker?"
"I've had enough of it. I want you to take them back. You promised to return me twenty-five dollars."
"Let me look at them," said the old man, cautiously.
"They've seen hard usage," he said. "Look at that rip, and that spot."
"Humbug!" answered Rudolph. "There's nothing but what you can set straight in half an hour, and five dollars is handsome pay for that."
But the old man stood out for seven, and finally the tramp, though grumbling much, was obliged to come to his terms.
"Where have you been?" asked the old man, whose curiosity was aroused as to what prompted Rudolph to obtain the disguise.
"That's my business," said Rudolph, who had his reasons for secrecy, as we know.
"I meant no offense—I only wondered if you left the city."