She’s lovely, she’s divine.”
Enter Judy.
Judy.—Where’s the baby?
Punch.—The baby?
Judy.—Yes.
Punch.—What! did you not catch him?
Judy.—Catch him?
Punch.—Yes; I threw him out of window. I thought you might be passing.
Judy.—Oh, my poor child!
Punch.—Why, he was as much mine as yours.