| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 198 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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`When I'm grown up into a man,' said Frankie, with a flushed face, `I'm going to be one of the workers, and when we've made a lot of things, I shall stand up and tell the others what to do. If any ofthe idlers come to take our things away, they'll get something they won't like.' In a state of suppressed excitement and scarcely conscious of what he was doing, the boy began gathering up the toys and throwing the violently one by one into the box. `I'll teach 'em to come taking our things away,' he exclaimed, relapsing momentarily into his street style of speaking. `First of all we'll all stand quietly on one side. Then when the idlers come in and start touching our things, we'll go up to 'em and say, "`Ere, watcher doin' of? Just you put it down, will yer?" And if they don't put it down at once, it'll be the worse for 'em, I can tell you.' All the toys being collected, Frankie picked up the box and placed it noisily in its |
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