“'T'run d' kid in here!' I says to d' mark who picks it up.
“Me only idee at d' time is to keep d' youngone from gettin 'd' boots from d mob that's surgin' round, an' tryin' to mix it up wit' d' drunken bum who's soaked Sal. D' guy who gets d' kid fires it up to me like it's a football. I'm handy wit' me hooks, so I cops it off in midair, an' stows it away on d' seat.
“Be that time d' p'lice has collared d' fightin' bum all right, an' some folks is draggin' Sal, who's limp an' dead enough, into a drug shop.
“It's all up wit' me graft for that day, so after lookin' at d' youngone a secont, I goes curvin' off to d' hotel where I hangs out. While I'm takin' me Zulu make-up off, d' chambermaid stands good for d' kid. When I sees it ag'in, it's all washed up an' got some decent duds on. Say! on d' dead! it was a wonder!
“Well, to cut it short,” said Chucky, giving the order for another mug of ale, “I loins that night that d' mother is dead, an' d' drunken hobo's in d' holdover. As it s a cinch he'll do time for life, even if he misses bein' stretched, I looks d' game all over, an' for a wind-up I freezes to d' kid. Naw; I couldn't tell why, at that, see! only d' youngone acts like it's stuck on me.
“Nixie; I never keeps it wit' me. I've got it up to d' Sisters' school. Say! them nuns is gone on it. I makes a front to 'em as d' kid's uncle; an' while I've been shy meself on grub more'n onct since I asted d' Sisters to keep it, I makes good d' money for d' kid right along, an' I always will. What name does I give it? Jane—Jane Dougherty; it's me mudder's name. Nit; I don t know what I'll do wit' Jane for a finish. I was talkin' to me Rag only d' other day about it, an' she told me, in a week or so, she'd go an' take a fall out of a fortune-teller, who, me Rag says, is d' swiftest of d' whole fortune-tellin' push. Mebby we'll get a steer from her.”