| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 431 |
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`What time is it now, Mum?' asked Frankie as soon as he had finished dinner on the following Sunday. `Two o'clock.' `Hooray! Only one more hour and Charley will be here! Oh, I wish it was three o'clock now, don't you, Mother?' `No, dear, I don't. You're not dressed yet, you know.' Frankie made a grimace. `You're surely not going to make me wear my velvets, are you, Mum? Can't I go just as I am, in my old clothes?' The `velvets' was a brown suit of that material that Nora had made out of the least worn parts of an old costume of her own. |
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