| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 341 |
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`You ought to come to ours, man!' urged Charley. `It's not like being in school at all! And we 'as a treat in the summer, and prizes and sometimes a magic lantern 'tainment. It ain't 'arf all right, I can tell you.' Frankie looked inquiringly at his mother. `Might I go, Mum?' `Yes, if you like, dear.' `But I don't know the way.' `Oh, it's not far from 'ere,' cried Charley. `We 'as to pass by your 'ouse when we're goin', so I'll call for you on Sunday if you like.' `It's only just round in Duke Street; you know, the "Shining Light Chapel",' said Elsie. `It commences at three o'clock.' `All right,' said Nora. `I'll have Frankie ready at a quarter to three. But now you must run home as fast as you can. Did you like those cakes?' |
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