| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 207 |
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see that your clothes are properly dry and to put something ready for you to take in the morning before you go out, and then there's your breakfast to pack up -' `I can manage all that.' `I didn't want to give way to it like this,' the woman said, `because I know you must be tired out yourself, but I really do feel quite done up now.' `Oh, I'm all right,' replied Owen, who was really so fatigued that he was scarcely able to stand. `I'll go and draw the blinds down and light the other lamp; so say good night to Frankie and come at once.' `I won't say good night properly, now, Mum,' remarked the boy, `because Dad can carry me into your room before he puts me into bed.' A little later, as Owen was undressing Frankie, the latter remarked as he looked affectionately at the kitten, which was sitting on the hearthrug watching the child's every |
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