"I'm nothing of the sort," said the boy, with a flash of spirit. "I'm not made of cast-iron, and that's why I can't stand walking all day long. Besides, I have had no dinner."
"That isn't my fault, is it?"
"I didn't say it was, but it makes me weak for all that."
"Well," said Rudolph, "perhaps you're right. I feel like eating something myself. We'll go to some house and ask for supper."
Tony looked dissatisfied.
"I wish we were not obliged to beg our meals," he said; "I don't like it."
"Oh, you're getting proud, are you?" sneered Rudolph. "If you've got money to pay for your supper, we won't beg, as you call it."
"Why can't we do as other people do?" asked Tony.
"What's that?"