'What's this year row about that there babby ?' at last says the Inspector, stepping hup.

I thought my wife was going to jump into his harms.

'Have you got him ?' says she.
"'Was it a child in a blue cloak ?' says he.
"'And blue eyse!' says my wife.
"'I put a label on him and sent him on to Bristol; he's there by this time.

The Guard of the Mail took him and put him into a letter-box,' says he: 'he went 20 minutes ago.

We found him on the broad gauge line, and sent him on by it, in course,' says he.