| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 237 |
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`Now let's see,' said Crass, thoughtfully, `You've put the tea in the pail, I s'pose.' `Yes.' `And now you want a job, don't you?' `Yes,' replied the boy. `Well, get a bucket of water and that old brush and a swab, and go and wash off the old whitewash and colouring orf the pantry ceiling and walls.' `All right,' said Bert. When he got as far as the door leading into the scullery he looked round and said: `I've got to git them three bloaters cooked by breakfast time.' `Never mind about that,' said Crass. `I'll do them.' Bert got the pail and the brush, drew some water from the tap, got a pair of steps |
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