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. 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 refresh