Some boys would have felt inclined to laugh at the queer figure, but Carl had too much good feeling.  His curiosity certainly was aroused, and he thought he would like to get acquainted with the little man, whose garments of fine texture showed that, though short in stature, he was probably long in purse.  He didn’t quite know how to pave the way for an acquaintance, but circumstances favored him.

The little man drew out a handkerchief from the side pocket of his overcoat.  With it fluttered out a bank bill, which fell to the ground apparently unobserved by the owner.

Carl hurried on, and, picking up the bill, said to the small stranger as he touched his arm:  “Here is some money you just dropped, sir.”

The little man turned round and smiled pleasantly.

“Thank you.  Are you sure it is mine?”

“Yes, sir; it came out with your handkerchief.”

“Let me see.  So it is mine.  I was very careless to put it loose in my pocket.”

“You were rather careless, sir.”

“Of what denomination is it?’

“It is a two-dollar note.”

“If you had been a poor boy,” said the little man, eying Carl keenly, “you might have been tempted to keep it.  I might not have known.”

Carl smiled.

“What makes you think I am not a poor boy?” he said.

“You are well dressed.”

“That is true; but all the money I have is a dollar and five cents.”

“You know where to get more?  You have a good home?”

“I had a home, but now I am thrown on my own exertions,” said Carl, soberly.

“Dear me!  That is bad!  If I were better acquainted, I might ask more particularly how this happens.  Are you an orphan?”

“No, sir; my father is living.”

“And your mother is dead?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is your father a poor man?”

“No, sir; he is moderately rich.”

“Yet you have to fight your own way?”

“Yes, sir.  I have a stepmother.”

“I see.  Are you sure you are not unreasonably prejudiced against your stepmother?  All stepmothers are not bad or unkind.”

“I know that, sir.”

“Yours is, I presume?”

“You can judge for yourself.”

Carl recited some incidents in his experience with his stepmother.  The stranger listened with evident interest.

“I am not in general in favor of boys leaving home except on extreme provocation,” he said, after a pause; “but in your case, as your father seems to take part against you, I think you may be justified, especially as, at your age, you have a fair chance of making your own living.”

“I am glad you think that, sir.  I have begun to wonder whether I have not acted rashly.”

“In undertaking to support yourself?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“At fourteen I was obliged to undertake what you have now before you.”