|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
them had neither tea nor fire to go to, and stayed away from home as long as possible so as not to be compelled to look upon the misery of those who were waiting for them there. Others hung about hoping against all probability that they might even yet - although it was so late - hear of some job to be started somewhere or other.
As they passed one of these groups they recognized and nodded to Newman and old Jack Linden, and the former left the others and came up to Crass and Slyme, who did not pause, so Newman walked along with them.
`Anything fresh in, Bob?' he asked.
`No; we ain't got 'ardly anything,' replied Crass.