|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
terms with each other, so much so indeed that when Ruth had finished and went to take him again, the baby seemed reluctant to part from Slyme, who had been dancing him in the air and tickling him in the most delightful way.
Ruth, too, began to have a better opinion of Slyme, and felt inclined to reproach herself for having taken such an unreasonable dislike of him at first. He was evidently a very good sort of fellow after all.
The baby had by this time discovered the use of the bone ring at the end of the handle of the toy and was biting it energetically.
`It's a very beautiful rattle,' said Ruth. 'Thank you very much for it. It's just the very thing he wanted.'
`I heard you say the other day that he wanted something of the kind to bite on to help his teeth through,' answered Slyme, `and when I happened