| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 477 |
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instinctive dislike of the man, could not help feeling gratified with this attention. `Well, mind you don't let him fall.' But the instant Slyme took hold of the child it began to cry even louder than it did when it was put into the cradle. `He's always like that with strangers,' apologized Ruth as she took him back again. `Wait a minute,' said Slyme, `I've got something upstairs in my pocket that will keep him quiet. I'd forgotten all about it.' He went up to his room and presently returned with the rattle. When the baby saw the bright colours and heard the tinkling of the bells he crowed with delight, and reached out his hands eagerly towards it and allowed Slyme to take him without a murmur of protest. Before Ruth had finished making and serving the tea the man and child were on the very best of |
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