The skreems of Mrs.Jeames might be said almost to out-Y the squeel of the dying, as we rusht into that fashnable Spaw, and my pore Mary Hann found it was not Baby, but Bundles I had in my lapp.
"When the Old Dowidger Lady Bareacres, who was waiting heagerly at the train, herd that owing to that abawminable Brake of Gage the luggitch, her Ladyship's Cherrybrandy box, the cradle for Lady Hangelina's baby, the lace, crockary and chany, was rejuiced to one immortial smash; the old cat howld at me and pore dear Mary Hann, as if it was huss, and not the infunnle Brake of Gage, was to blame; and as if we ad no misfortns of our hown to deplaw.

She bust out about my stupid imparence; called Mary Hann a good for nothink creecher, and wep, and abewsd, and took on about her broken Chayny Bowl, a great deal mor than she did about a dear little Christian child.

'Don't talk to me abowt your bratt of a babby' (seshe); 'where's my bowl ?--where's my medsan ?--where's my bewtiffle Pint lace ?--All in rewing through your stupiddaty, you brute, you!' "'Bring your haction aginst the Great Western, Maam,' says I, quite riled by this crewel and unfealing hold wixen.

'Ask the pawters at Gloster, why your goods is spiled--it's not the fust time they've been asked the question.

Git the gage haltered aginst the nex time you send for MEDSAN and meanwild buy some at the "Plow"-- they keep it very good and strong there, I'll be bound.