'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. 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.
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