|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
the corner of Kerk Street he saw Frankie coming to meet him, and the boy catching sight of him at the same moment beganrunning and leapt into his arms with a joyous whoop.
`Mother told me to tell you to buy something for dinner before you come home, because there's nothing in the house.'
`Did she tell you what I was to get?'
She did tell me something, but I forget what it was. But I know she said to get anything you like if you couldn't get what she told me to tell you.'
`Well, we'll go and see what we can find,' said Owen.
`If I were you, I'd get a tin of salmon or some eggs and bacon,' suggested Frankie as he skipped along holding his father's hand. `We don't want anything that's a lot of trouble