|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
present one, or to take lessons on graining and letter-painting from Owen.
`I'm going to have a party next Monday - after Christmas,' remarked Frankie. `Mother told me I might ask you if you'll come?'
`All right,' said Bert; `and I'll bring my Pandoramer.'
`What is it? Is it alive?' asked Frankie with a puzzled look.
`Alive! No, of course not,' replied Bert with a superior air. `It's a show, like they have at the Hippodrome or the Circus.'
`How big is it?'
`Not very big: it's made out of a sugar-box. I made it myself. It's not quite finished yet, but I shall get it done this week. There's a band as well, you know.