"Rum or gin, then?" I ain't partic'lar. I want something to warm me
up."

"I keep no liquor of any kind. 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.