disgust.

"So you're a good boy, eh? One of the Sunday school kids that want to
be an angel, hey? Pah!" and the tramp exhibited the disgust which the
idea gave him.

"Yes, I go to Sunday school," said Ben coldly, feeling more and more
repelled by his companion.

"I never went to Sunday school," said his companion. "And I wouldn't.
It's only good for milksops and hypocrites."

"Do you think you're any better for not going?" Ben couldn't help
asking.

"I haven't been so prosperous, if that's what you mean. I'm a
straightforward man, I am. You always know where to find me. There
ain't no piety about me. What are you laughin' at?"

"No offense," said Ben. "I believe every word you say."

"You'd better. I don't allow no man to doubt my word, nor no boy,
either. Have you got a quarter about you?"

"No."

"Nor a dime? A dime'll do."

"I have no money to spare."