|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
- Misery ses you can do it at 'ome, an' I've got to wait for it.'
Owen and his wife looked at each other with intense relief. So he was not to be dismissed after all. It was almost too good to be true.
`There's a piece of paper inside the parcel with the name of the party what's dead,' continued Bert, `and here's a little bottle of Brunswick black for you to do the inscription with.'
`Did he send any other message?'
`Yes: he told me to tell you there's a job to be started Monday morning - a couple of rooms to be done out somewhere. Got to be finished by Thursday; and there's another job 'e wants you to do this afternoon - after dinner -