| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 235 |
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his slender arms had been too feeble to carry more than a few yards at a time. Often his fragile, childish figure was seen staggering manfully along, bending beneath the weight of a pair of steps or a heavy plank. He could manage a good many parcels at once: some in each hand and some tied together with string and slung over his shoulders. Occasionally, however, there were more than he could carry; then they were put into a handcart which he pushed or dragged after him to the distant jobs. That first winter the boy's days were chiefly spent in the damp, evil-smelling, stone-flagged paint-shop, without even a fire to warm the clammy atmosphere. But in all this he had seen no hardship. With the unconsciousness of boyhood, he worked hard and cheerfully. As time went on, the goal of his childish ambition was reached - he was sent out to work with the men! And he carried the same spirit with him, always doing his best |
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