|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
because 'e's glad to see the end of Owen, if yeh ask me.'
`Praps that 'as got something to do with it,' said Harlow. `But all the same I don't call that a proper way to treat anyone - givin' a man the push in that way just because 'e 'appened to 'ave a spite against 'im.'
`It's wot I call a bl--dy shame!' cried Philpot. `Owen's a chap wots always ready to do a good turn to anybody, and 'e knows 'is work, although 'e is a bit of a nuisance sometimes, I must admit, when 'e gets on about Socialism.'
`I suppose Misery didn't say nothin' about 'im this mornin'?' inquired Easton.
`No,' replied Crass, and added: `I only 'ope Owen don't think as I never said anything against 'im. 'E looked at me very funny that night after Nimrod went away. Owen needn't think nothing like that about ME, because I'm a chap like