Tony hesitated.
You don’t want to be like me. Is that it?” asked Rudolph angrily.
No, I don’t want to be like you,” answered Tony boldly. “I want to have a home, and a business, and to live like other people.”
“Humph!” muttered Rudolph, fixing his eyes thoughtfully upon his young companion. “This is something new. You never talked like that before.”
“But I’ve felt like that plenty of times. I’m tired of being a tramp.”
“Then you’re a fool. There’s no life so free and independent. You can go where you please, with no one to
order you here nor there, the scene changing always, instead of being obliged to look always upon the same people and the same fields.”
“What’s the good of it all? I’m tired of it. I’ve got no home, and never had any.”
“You’ve got no spirit. You’re only fit for a farmboy or an apprentice.”
“I wish I was either one.”