'
"'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. '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. 'And it'll be a caution to
you, young woman, for the future, to label your children along with the
rest of your luggage.'
"If my piguniary means had been such as ONCE they was, you may emadgine
I'd have ad a speshle train and been hoff like smoak. As it was, we was
obliged to wait 4 mortial hours for the next train (4 ears they seemed
to us), and then away we went.
"'My boy! my little boy!' says poor choking Mary Hann, when we got
there. 'A parcel in a blue cloak?' says the man. 'No body claimed him
here, and so we sent him back by the mail. An Irish nurse here gave him
some supper, and he's at Paddington by this time.
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