Her chin came up angrily.
"Oh, would you, indeed! Well, upon my word!" she scouted.

"Humph! We don't accommodate tramps, little boy." And she shut the door hard.
It was David's turn to stare.

Just what a tramp might be, he did not know; but never before had a request of his been so angrily refused.

He knew that.

A fierce something rose within him--a fierce new something that sent the swift red to his neck and brow.