|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
`Yes,' replied Owen at last. `I can do a little of that sort of work, although of course I don't profess to be able to do it as well or as quickly as a man who does nothing else.'
`Oh, no, of course not, but I think you could manage this all right. It's that drawing-room at the `Cave'. Mr Sweater's been speaking to me about it. It seems that when he was over in Paris some time since he saw a room that took his fancy. The walls and ceiling was not papered, but painted: you know what I mean; sort of panelled out, and decorated with stencils and hand painting. This 'ere's a photer of it: it's done in a sort of JAPANESE fashion.'
He handed the photograph to Owen as he spoke. It represented a room, the walls and ceiling of which were decorated in a Moorish style.
`At first Mr Sweater thought of getting a firm