| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 120 |
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way is to write out a list of everything we owe; then we shall know exactly where we are. You get me a piece of paper and tell me what to write. Then we'll see what it all comes to.' `Do you mean everything we owe, or everything we must pay tomorrow.' `I think we'd better make a list of all we owe first.' While they were talking the baby was sleeping restlessly, occasionally uttering plaintive little cries. The mother now went and knelt at the side of the cradle, which she gently rocked with one hand, patting the infant with the other. `Except the furniture people, the biggest thing we owe is the rent,' she said when Easton was ready to begin. `It seems to me,' said he, as, after having cleared a space on the table and arranged the paper, he began to sharpen his pencil with a table-knife, `that you don't manage things |
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