I love all the birds,” said Kitty, “but the Tramp is my very own bird.
Enter Michael, Neighbour, an old man and a lad, pushing the Tramp before them.
George stuck close to the Tramp all the balance of that day.
Tramp, the cat, would probably have told the same story if he had been able to talk.
And then to where he lay came Vincente, the Tramp Juggler, great in his line.
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