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The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists

CHAPTER 17
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What time is it now, Mother ?' Before she could answer both Frankie's anxiety and the painful ordeal of sitting still were terminated by the loud peal at the bell announcing Charley's arrival, and Frankie, without troubling to observe the usual formality of looking out of the window to see if it was a runaway ring, had clattered half-way downstairs before he heard his mother calling him to come back for the halfpenny; then he clattered up again and then down again at such a rate and with so much noise as to rouse the indignation of all the respectable people in the house.
When he arrived at the bottom of the stairs he remembered that he had omitted to say goodbye, and as it was too far to go up again he rang the bell and then went into the middle of the road and looked up at the window that Nora opened.
'Goodbye, Mother,' he shouted.

'Tell Dad I forgot to say it before I came down.' The School was not conducted in the chapel itself, but in a large lecture hall under it.

At one end was a small platform raised about six inches from the floor; on this was a chair and a small table.

A number of groups of chairs and benches were arranged at intervals round the sides and in the centre of the room, each group of seats accommodating a separate class.

On the walls--which were painted a pale green--were a number of coloured pictures: Moses striking the Rock, the Israelites dancing round the Golden Calf, and so on.


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