Fill up his glass, Lucky." "Why is your husband called 'Lucky,' Mrs.Todd ?" inquired Patsy, who was enjoying the cool, creamy milk.
"'Cause he got me to manage him, I guess," was the laughing reply.

"Todd ain't much 'count 'nless I'm on the spot to order him 'round." The landlord came out with the glass of milk but paused before he set it down.
"Let's see your money," he said suspiciously.
It seemed to the girls, who were curiously watching the scene, that the tramp flushed under his bronzed skin; but without reply he searched in a pocket and drew out four copper cents, which he laid upon the table.
After further exploration he abstracted a nickel from another pocket and pushed the coins toward the landlord.
"'Nother cent," said Todd.
Continued search seemed for a time hopeless, but at last, in quite an unexpected way, the man produced the final cent and on receiving it Todd set down the milk.
"Anything more, yer honor ?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yes; you might bring me the morning paper," was the reply.
Everyone except Todd laughed frankly at this retort.

Uncle John put two silver dollars in Mrs.Todd's chubby hand and told Thomas to drive on.
"I dunno," remarked old Hucks, when they were out of earshot, "whether that feller's jest a common tramp or a workman goin' over to the paper mill at Royal.

Jedgin' from the fact as he had money I guess he's a workman." "Wrong, Thomas, quite wrong," said Beth, seated just behind him.

"Did you notice his hands ?" "No, Miss Beth." "They were not rough and the fingers were slender and delicate." "That's the mark of a cracksman," said Arthur Weldon, with a laugh.