"Not now," said Mr. Bunker with a smile. "Jerry Simms cuts all my wood.
But I'll give you some money, and maybe that will help you along, and the
cook will fix you something to eat."

"That's very kind of you," said the tramp. "And if ever I see the man with
your papers I'll tell him to send 'em back." "Please do" begged Mr.
Bunker.

By this time Norah had wrapped the tramp up a big paper bag full of bread
and meat, with a piece of pie. Tucking this under his arm, he shuffled off
to go to some quiet place to eat.

Soon it was time to go to the square in the middle of the city, where the
fireworks were to be shown. The six little Bunkers, talking over the fun
they had had that day, and thinking of the good times they were to have at
Grandma Bell's, walked along with their father and mother. Behind them
came Norah and Jerry Simms.

"Maybe the tramp will come to see the fireworks," said Rose, who was
walking beside Russ.

"You mean the red-headed one that has daddy's papers?"

"No, I mean the one that came begging at our house to-night."

"Well, maybe he will," admitted Russ. "If I was a tramp I'd walk all
around and go to every place that I was sure they were going to have
fireworks."