Give me a shiver the latter thing did, I 'ad just dropped one fare and 'ad took up a foller.
First was a gloomyish kind of a cove with a oystery heye and cheeks saller and oller;
Second as smart a young minx as you'd meet. I 'ad 'ardly whipped up when I 'eard such a squeaking,
And sharp through the trap shoved a scarlet-hued summat. It give me a turn, in a manner o' speaking.
Parties are wonderful partial to prodding with brolly or walking-stick, ah yes, and rifles.
Fares when they want you to pull up 'ave got little thought for your eyes and they don't stick at trifles.
But this was a rayther unusual prodder! "'Old 'ard, Miss," I says. "Wot's this 'ere little caper?"
"Oh, Cabby!" she squeals, "put me down! It's a 'orror—I found in the corner 'ere—wropped in brown paper!"
Out she would git; when, a puffin' and wheezin', up came the old buffer who'd left it behind 'im.
"That's mine!" 'e gulps, and 'e grabs it like winking. "Ah, my poor Joey! I wish I could find 'im