Has for us, WE'RE a going back to the cussid station at Gloster, in such of our blessid child.' "'You don't mean to say, young woman,' seshe, 'that you're not going to Lady Hangelina: what's her dear boy to do?
who's to nuss it ?' "'YOU nuss it, Maam,' says I.'Me and Mary Hann return this momint by the Fly.' And so (whishing her a suckastic ajew) Mrs.Jeames and I lep into a one oss weakle, and told the driver to go like mad back to Gloster.
"I can't describe my pore gals hagny juring our ride.

She sat in the carridge as silent as a milestone, and as madd as a march Air.

When we got to Gloster she sprang hout of it as wild as a Tigris, and rusht to the station, up to the fatle Bench.
"'My child, my child,' shreex she, in a hoss, hot voice.

'Where's my infant?
a little bewtifle child, with blue eyes,--dear Mr.Policeman, give it me--a thousand guineas for it.' "'Faix, Mam,' says the man, a Hirishman, 'and the divvle a babby have I seen this day except thirteen of my own--and you're welcome to any one of THEM, and kindly.' "'As if HIS babby was equal to ours,' as my darling Mary Hann said, afterwards.

All the station was scrouging round us by this time--pawters & clarx and refreshmint people and all.