Indeed, these two hardy high school boys thoroughly enjoyed their tramp in this cooler part of the twenty-four hours.
"I wish we could live outdoors all the time," murmured Darrin, as he filled his lungs with the fine night air.
"A lot of folks have felt that way," smiled Dick.

"The idea is all right, too, only the work of the civilized world couldn't be carried on by a lot of tramps without homes or places of business." "I've heard, or read," Darry went on, "that a tramp, after one season on the road, is rarely ever reclaimed to useful work.
I think I can understand something of the fascination of the life." "I can't see any fascination about being a tramp," Prescott replied judicially.

"First of all, he becomes a vagabond, who prefers idleness to work.

Then, too, he becomes dirty, and I can't see any charm in a life that is divorced from baths.

From mere idleness the tramp soon finds that petty thieving is an easy way to get along.