And now, havin' fixed the hinfant up, I'm a going to drop him in somebody's doorway.
Hullo! Here's the house of that County Council! I fancies now it is rather in your way!
You're up to everythink, you swells are, from "Betterment" to the claims of Cabby.
You've a lot to learn; so jest have a turn—as I hope you'll like—at this Blessed Babby!
It "turns up on a doorstep unbeknown," like the child referred to by Dickens's Sairey.
Come! Here's the Babby, and there's the Bottle! I'm no monopolist—quite contrairy.
Without its Bottle I couldn't leave it; the babe might 'unger, wich Evins forbid of it!
But, havin' purvided for it so nicely, I'll shunt it on you, gents,—(aside)—and
glad to get rid of it!