|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
to notice that in the shop I remembered what you said and thought I'd bring it home.'
The baby took the ring out of its mouth and shaking the rattle frantically in the air laughed and crowed merrily, looking at Slyme.
`Dad! Dad! Dad!' he cried, holding out his arms.
Slyme and Ruth burst out laughing.
`That's not your Dad, you silly boy,' she said, kissing the child as she spoke. `Your dad ought to be ashamed of himself for staying out like this. We'll give him dad, dad, dad, when he does come home, won't we?'
But the baby only shook the rattle and rang the bells and laughed and crowed and laughed again, louder than ever.