| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 231 |
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As he passed through the kitchen on the way to his work, Slyme accosted Bert, the boy, who was engaged in lighting, with some pieces of wood, a fire to boil the water to make the tea for breakfast at eight o'clock. `There's a bloater I want's cooked,' he said. `All right,' replied Bert. `Put it over there on the dresser along of Philpot's and mine.' Slyme took the bloater from his food basket, but as he was about to put it in the place indicated, he observed that his was rather a larger one than either of the other two. This was an important matter. After they were cooked it would not be easy to say which was which: he might possibly be given one of the smaller ones instead of his own. He took out his pocket knife and cut off the tail of the large bloater. `'Ere it is, then,' he said to Bert. `I've cut the tail of mine so as you'll know which |
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