| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 174 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`No, it ain't that; it's just because it's old.' `You know cats is just the same as people,' explained the little girl, wisely. `When they're grown up I suppose they've got their troubles to think about.' Owen wondered how long it would be before her troubles commenced. As he gazed at these two little orphans he thought of his own child, and of the rough and thorny way they would all three have to travel if they were so unfortunate as to outlive their childhood. `Can we 'ave it, mister?' repeated the boy. Owen would have liked to grant the children's request, but he wanted the kitten himself. Therefore he was relieved when their grandmother exclaimed: `We don't want no more cats 'ere: we've got one already; that's quite enough.' She was not yet quite satisfied in her mind that the creature was not an incarnation |
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