| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 342 |
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`Yes, thank you very much,' answered Elsie. `Not 'arf!' said Charley. `Does your mother make cakes for you sometimes?' `She used to, but she's too busy now, making blouses and one thing and another,' Elsie answered. `I suppose she hasn't much time for cooking,' said Nora, `so I've wrapped up some more of those cakes in this parcel for you to take home for tomorrow. I think you can manage to carry it all right, can't you, Charley?' `I think I'd better carry it myself,' said Elsie. `Charley's SO careless, he's sure to lose some of them.' `I ain't no more careless than you are,' cried Charley, indignantly. `What about the time you dropped the quarter of butter you was sent for in the mud?' `That wasn't carelessness: that was an accident, and it wasn't butter at all: it was margarine, so there!' Eventually it was arranged that they were to carry |
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