| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 843 |
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`This makes two we've got. I won this and a box of cigars - fifty - for a tanner, and the other one I got out of the Club at our Church Mission 'all: threepence a week for twenty-eight weeks; that makes seven bob. But,' he added, confidentially,`'you couldn't buy 'em for that price in a shop, you know. They costs the committee a good bit more nor that - wholesale; but we've got some rich gents on our committee and they makes up the difference,' and with a nod and a cunning leer he lurched off. Frankie was sleeping soundly when they reached home, and so was the kitten, which was curled up on the quilt on the foot of the bed. After they had had some supper, although it was after eleven o'clock, Owen fixed the tree in a large flower-pot that had served a similar purpose before, and Nora brought out from the place where it had been stored away since last Christmas a |
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