|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
`I can't get them done any quicker in my spare time,' returned Owen, flushing. `If you like to let me stay home tomorrow and charge the time the same as if I had gone to work at the house, I could go to my ordinary work on Wednesday and let you have the drawings on Thursday morning.'
`Oh, all right,' said Rushton as he returned to the perusal of his letters.
That night, long after his wife and Frankie were asleep, Owen worked in the sitting-room, searching through old numbers of the Decorators' Journal and through the illustrations in other books of designs for examples of Moorish work, and making rough sketches in pencil.