"Because you need it yourself. If you were a rich man it would be different."
"So it would," said old Hayden. "You're a good boy—an excellent boy. I'll trust you. You can stay."
"Then let us eat supper," said Tony.
He sat down on the door-step, and gave the old man half of his supply of food. He was interested to see the avidity with which he ate it.
"Is it good?" he asked.
"I haven't eaten anything so good for a long time. I couldn't afford to buy food."
"I am sorry for you."
"You haven't got any left for breakfast," said the old man.
"Oh, somebody will give me breakfast," said Tony. "I always get taken care of somehow."
"You are young and strong."