Thrusting his foot into the doorway, he interposed an effectual obstacle in the way of shutting the door.
"No, you don't, ma'am!" he said, with as laugh.

"I understand your little game.

You want to shut me out." "What do you want ?" asked the widow apprehensively.
"What do I want ?" returned the tramp.

"Well, to begin with, I want something to eat--and drink," he added, after a pause.
"Why don't you go to the tavern ?" asked Mrs.Barclay, anxious for him to depart.
"Well, I can't afford it.

All the money I've got is a bogus dollar your rogue of a son gave me this afternoon." "You stole it from him," said the widow indignantly.
"What's the odds if I did.