"Ah!—or the hinfant, if you like it better—one as I found in a shawl, a-laying on the steps o' my van one night, sleeping like a alderman—and it were snowing too."
"Yet you are a thief!"
"We calls it 'faking.'"
"And ought to be given up to the authorities."
"And who's to look arter the babby?"
"Are you married?"
"No,"
"Where is the baby?"
"In my van."
"And where is that?"