|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
had noticed it in Didlum's window and, seeing that the design was similar in character to the painted decorations on the ceiling and walls of his drawing-room, had purchased it.
`I went to the Paris Exhibition meself,' said Grinder, when everyone had admired the exquisite workmanship of the clock-case. `I remember 'avin' a look at the moon through that big telescope. I was never so surprised in me life: you can see it quite plain, and it's round!'
`Round?' said Didlum with a puzzled look. `Round? Of course it's round! You didn't used to think it was square, did yer?'
`No, of course not, but I always used to think it was flat - like a plate, but it's round like a football.'