|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
Yes. I've been calling you quite a long time.'
`What do you want?'
`I want you to come here. I want to tell you something.'
`Well, what is it dear? I thought you were asleep a long time ago,' said Owen as he came into the room.
`That's just what I want to speak to you about: the kitten's gone to sleep all right, but I can't go. I've tried all different ways, counting and all, but it's no use, so I thought I'd ask you if you'd mind coming and staying with me, and letting me hold you hand for a little while and the p'raps I could go.'
The boy twined his arms round Owen's neck and hugged him very tightly.
`Oh, Dad, I love you so much!' he said. `I love you so much, I could squeeze you to