| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 188 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`Yes, and it's quite true that most of the people who never do any work get lots of everything, but where do they get it from? And how do they get it?' `I'm sure i don't know,' replied Frankie, shaking his head in a puzzled fashion. `Supposing Dad didn't go to work, or that he had no work to go to, or that he was ill and not able to do any work, then we'd have no money to buy anything. How should we get on then?' `I'm sure I don't know,' repeated Frankie, looking round the room in a thoughtful manner, `The chairs that's left aren't good enough to sell, and we can't sell the beds, or your sofa, but you might pawn my velvet suit.' `But even if all the things were good enough to sell, the money we'd get for them wouldn't last very long, and what should we do then?' `Well, I suppose we'd have to go without, that's all, the same as we did when Dad was in London .' |
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