|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
Owen spent the greater part of the dinner hour by himself in the drawing-room making pencil sketches in his pocket-book and taking measurements. In the evening after leaving off, instead of going straight home as usual he went round to the Free Library to see if he could find anything concerning Moorish decorative work in any of the books there. Although it was only a small and ill-equipped institution he was rewarded by the discovery of llustrations of several examples of which he made sketches. After about an hour spent this way, as he was proceeding homewards he observed two children - a boy and a girl - whose appearance seemed familiar. They were standing at the window of a sweetstuff shop examining the wares exposed
therein. As Owen came up the children turned round and the recognized each other simultaneously. They were Charley and Elsie Linden. Owen
spoke to them as he drew near and the boy appealed to him for his opinion concerning a dispute they had been having. `I say, mister. Which do you think is the best: a fardensworth of everlasting stickjaw torfee, or a prize packet?'