| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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of the way in which captive animals walk up and down behind the bars of their cages. These children wandered repeatedly, backwards and forwards from one end of the window to the other, with their little hands pressed against the impenetrable plate glass, choosing and pointing out to each other the particular toys that took their fancies. `That's mine!' cried Charley Linden, enthusiastically indicating a large strongly built waggon. `If I had that I'd give Freddie rides in it and bring home lots of firewood, and we could play at fire engines as well.' `I'd rather have this railway,' said Frankie Owen. `There's a real tunnel and real coal in the tenders; then there's the station and the signals and a place to turn the engine round, and a red lantern to light when there's danger on the line.' `Mine's this doll - not the |
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