I fed him with one dozen eggs.
I emptied out all my change for him.
“Don’t you feel cold, lying outdoors?” I said.
“Yes, Miss!”
“Don’t you need an overcoat?”
“Yes, Miss!”
When Mr. Tramp left me with an overcoat in his hand, looking like a proud Mayor of Tokio, my uncle was coming from Mrs. Heine’s.
“Uncle, you do want to be good to a poor man, don’t you? You have made yourself a great philanthropist with your overcoat.”
“What have you done?”
“I presented it to a tramp.”