| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1696 |
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`Don't you think we'd better have the window open now, Dad?' he said at last as the clock struck eight. `The steam keeps coming on the glass as fast as I wipe it off and I can't see out properly. I'm sure it's nearly time now; p'raps our clock isn't as fast as you think it is.' `All right, we'll have it open now, so as to be on the safe side,' said Owen as he stood up and raised the sash, and Nora, having wrapped the child up in a shawl, joined them at the window. `It can't be much longer now, you know,' said Frankie. `The line's clear. They turned the red light off the signal just before you opened the window.' In a very few minutes they heard the whistle of the locomotive as it drew out of the station, then, an instant before the engine itself came into sight round the bend, |
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