|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
`You know it's one thing to draw on a bit of paper and colour it with a penny box of paints, and quite another thing to do it on a wall or ceiling,' continued Crass. 'Ain't it?'
`Yes; that's true enough,' said Harlow.
`Do you believe they're 'is own designs?' Crass went on.
`Be rather 'ard to tell,' remarked Easton, embarrassed.
Neither Harlow nor Easton shared Crass's sentiments in this matter, but at the same time they could not afford to offend him by sticking up for Owen.
`If you was to ast me, quietly,' Crass added, `I should be more inclined to say as 'e copied it all out of some book.'
`That's just about the size of it, mate,' agreed Harlow.
`It would be a bit of all right if 'e was to make a bloody mess of it, wouldn't