"
"They must," agreed Judy, as though grass and dock leaves were
familiar to her. "And you get up when you're ready, don't you?"
"That's it," replied the wanderer. "Only you always _are_ ready."
"But how do you know the time?" asked Tim.
The Tramp turned round slowly and looked at his questioner.
"Time!" he snorted. And he exchanged a mysterious glance of sympathy
with Maria, who lifted her eyes in return, but otherwise made no sign
whatever. "Sit quiet like," he added, "and everything worth 'aving
comes of itself. That's living that is. The 'ole world belongs to
you."
"I've got a watch," said Tim, as though challenged. "I've got an
alarum clock too. Only you have to wind them up, of course."
"There you are!" the Tramp exclaimed, "you've got to wind 'em up. They
don't go of theirselves, do they?"
"Oh, no."
"I never knew 'appiness until I chucked my watch away," continued the
other.
"_Your_ watch!" exclaimed Tim.
"Well, not igsackly," laughed the Tramp.
"Oh, he didn't mean _that_," Judy put in quickly.
"I was usin' it at the time, any'ow," chuckled their guest, "and wot
you're usin' at the time belongs to you.
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