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?”
“Live somewhere, and not go tramping round the country all the time. It would be a good deal pleasanter.”
“Not for me. I’m a vagrant by nature. I can’t be cooped up in one place. I should die of stagnation. I come of a roving stock. My mother and father before me were rovers, and I follow in their steps.”
The man spoke with animation, his eye flashing as he gazed about him, and unconsciously quickened his pace.
Then I’m not like you,” said Tony decidedly. “I
don’t want to be a tramp. Were my father and mother rovers like yours?”