"Hit was this way, sir, just 'as Hi wuz a coming by Carlton 'Ouse, who should Hi see stepping hout 'er carriage but Mrs. Fitz'erbert 'erself, looking that sweet and beautiful has would make your mouth water."
"So there is a woman in it, after all?" observed Moore. "'T was ever thus, Buster."
"Yessir, so wot does Hi do but rip horf the wrapper hand run hup to 'er with the poem, hand sticks hit into 'er 'and. 'That's for you,' ses Hi, hand tips me 'at hand is horf through the crowd like a hantelope."
"Nicely done, Buster," said Moore. "It may come in handy for her ladyship. She can make curlpapers of it. Well, you are forgiven, my boy."
"Thank you, sir," said Buster, greatly relieved.
"Was my name signed?"
"Yessir, hand your haddress too."
"Very good, Buster. Perhaps she 'll come to call and bring the Prince of Wales with her."
"Well, sir," replied Buster, "hit's my hopinion has 'ow neither hov 'em is one bit too good for hus."
"That sounds like treason, Buster."