| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1667 |
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and their hearts beat violently as they listened wide-eyed for what was to follow. `Let me see,' continued Barrington, scanning the pages of the book, `Why, yes, here they are! Elsie Linden, one doll with clothes that can be taken off, one tea-set, one needlecase. Freddie Easton, one horse with real hair. Charley Linden, one four-wheeled waggon full of groceries. Frankie Owen, one railway with tunnel, station, train with real coal for engine, signals, red lamp and place to turn the engines round.' Barrington closed the book: `So you may as well have your things now,' he continued, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone. `We'll buy them here; it will save me a lot of work. I shall not have the trouble of taking them round to where you live. It's lucky I happened to meet you, isn't it?' The children were breathless with |
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