I don't approve of drink, or want Ben to touch it." "Oh, you belong to the cold water army, do you ?" said the tramp with a sneer.

"Give me some coffee, then." "I have no fire, and cannot prepare any." "What have you got, then ?" demanded than unwelcome guest impatiently.
"I can give you a glass of excellent well water." "[illegible] Do you want to choke me ?" returned the tramp in disgust.
"Suppose I mix you some molasses and water," suggested the widow, anxious to propitiate her dangerous guest.
"Humph! Well, that will do, if you've got nothing better.

Be quick about it, for my throat is parched." As soon as possible the drink was prepared and set beside his plate.
He drained it at a draught, and called for a second glass, which was supplied him.

Presently, for all things must have an end, the tramp's appetite seemed to be satisfied.

He threw himself back in his chair, stretched his legs, and, with his hands in his pockets, fixed his eyes on the widow.
"I feel better," he said.
"I am glad to hear it," said Mrs.Barclay.