Who arsked for 'im, BETSY—I mean Missis G.—who demanded the brat?
You've altered your mind, and you pet him; you'd much better mind what you're at.
Drat the boy's bragian imperence! I says. He's a halien, a fondling, a waif,
And I never knew, for my part, any Brummagem goods as wos safe!"
THE ADOPTED CHILD.
MOTHER GOSCHEN. "FOUND 'IM IN BIRMINGHAM, MY DEAR! DIDN'T LIKE 'IM AT FIRST,—BUT, SOMEHOW, I'VE QUITE TOOK A FANCY TO 'IM!!"
MRS. GAMP. "A FONDLING INDEED!—WHICH ALL I CAN SAY IS I DON'T LIKE THE LOOKS OF 'IM!!"