Go along with you--ain't you ashamed to beg ?" "No Mr.Butler!" said the girl, gasping for breath, and clinging to the gate for support.

"Are you sure, sir ?" "Sure, yes!--what do you want with him ?" "Oh, papa, she looks faint!" said one of the _girls_ deprecatingly--"do let her have something to eat; I'm sure she's hungry." Mr.Hobbs looked angry; he had often been taken in, and no rich man likes beggars.

Generally speaking, the rich man is in the right.

But then Mr.Hobbs turned to the suspected tramper's sorrowful face and then to his fair pretty child--and his good angel whispered something to Mr.
Hobbs's heart--and he said, after a pause, "Heaven forbid that we should not feel for a poor fellow-creature not so well to do as ourselves.

Come in, my lass, and have a morsel to eat." The girl did not seem to hear him, and he repeated the invitation, approaching to unlock the gate.
"No, sir," said she, then; "no, I thank you.