| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 435 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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sake, you might do it for my sake, because I think it's the reason some of the big boys don't want to play with me, and some of them shout after me and say I'm a girl, and sometimes they sneak up behind me and pull it. Only yesterday I had to have a fight with a boy for doing it: and even Charley Linden laughs at me, and he's my best friend - except you and Dad of course. `Why don't you cut it off, Mum?' `I am going to cut it as I promised you, after your next birthday.' `Then I shall be jolly glad when it comes. Won't you? Why, what's the matter, Mum? What are you crying for?' Frankie was so concerned that he began to cry also, wondering if he had done or said something wrong. He kissed her repeatedly, stroking her face with his hand. What's the matter, Mother?' `I was thinking that when you're over seven and |
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