Suddenly he looked up, a new something in his eyes.

"What is it to be a--a tramp ?" he asked.

"Those men said daddy and I were tramps." "A tramp?
Oh--er--why, just a--a tramp," stammered Mrs.Holly.

"But never mind that, David.

I--I wouldn't think any more about it." "But what is a tramp ?" persisted David, a smouldering fire beginning to show in his eyes.