| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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present one, or to take lessons on graining and letter-painting from Owen. `I'm going to have a party next Monday - after Christmas,' remarked Frankie. `Mother told me I might ask you if you'll come?' `All right,' said Bert; `and I'll bring my Pandoramer.' `What is it? Is it alive?' asked Frankie with a puzzled look. `Alive! No, of course not,' replied Bert with a superior air. `It's a show, like they have at the Hippodrome or the Circus.' `How big is it?' `Not very big: it's made out of a sugar-box. I made it myself. It's not quite finished yet, but I shall get it done this week. There's a band as well, you know. |
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