| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
 |
|
| Page | 210 |
|
|
| Chapter | -- |
|
|
| Text |
`Most cats are called Tom or Kitty, but I don't want a COMMON name for him.' `Well, can't you call him after someone you know?' `I know; I'll call him after a little girl that comes to our school; a fine name, Maud! That'll be a good one, won't it Dad?' `Yes,' said Owen. `I say, Dad,' said Frankie, suddenly realizing the awful fact that he was being put to bed. `You're forgetting all about my story, and you promised that you'd have a game of trains with me tonight.' `I hadn't forgotten, but I was hoping that you had, because I'm very tired and it's very late, long past your usual bedtime, you know. You can take the kitten to bed with you tonight and I'll tell you two stories tomorrow, because it's Saturday.' `All right, then,' said the boy, contentedly; `and |
|
|
|
|
