| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1664 |
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`Hello,' replied Barrington, as he patted the baby's cheek. `What's the matter here? What's Freddie crying for?' `He wants that there 'orse, mister, the one with the real 'air on,' said Charley, smiling indulgently like a grown-up person who realized the absurdity of the demand. `Fweddie want gee-gee,' repeated the child, taking hold of Barrington's hand and returning to the window. `Nice gee-gee.' `Tell him that Santa Claus'll bring it to him on Christmas,' whispered Elsie. `P'raps he'll believe you and that'll satisfy him, and he's sure to forget all about it in a little while.' `Are you still out of work, Mr Barrington?' inquired Frankie. `No,' replied Barrington slowly. `I've |
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