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 "Count the fiddlesticks!" ejaculated the barn-cat, trying to look stern, but very much inclined to smile at the fellow's impudence.

"Give me a piece of your lump of sugar to take to the old lady," he said to the canary; "that will make it all right with her;" and he helped himself to the lump that was wedged in between the bars of the canary's cage. "Now I'm off. Ta, ta, my love!" he said to the barn-cat as he blew a kiss to her and was off like a shot.

Sparrow, the Tramp.