"It's brought into my head, master," returns the woman, her eyes filling with tears, "when I look down at the child lying so. If it was never to wake no more, you'd think me mad, I should take on so. I know that very well. I was with Jenny when she lost hers--warn't I, Jenny?--and I know how she grieved. But look around you at this place. Look at them," glancing at the sleepers on the ground. "Look at the boy you're waiting for, who's gone out to do me a good turn. Think of the children that your business lays with often and often, and that YOU see grow up!"
"Well, well," says Mr. Bucket, "you train him respectable, and he'll be a comfort to you, and look after you in your old age, you know."

"If it was never to wake no more, you'd think me mad, I should take on so," returns the woman, her eyes filling with tears. "I know that very well. I was with Jenny when she lost hers, and I know how she grieved. But look around you at this place. Look at the boy you're waiting for, who's gone out to do me a good turn. Think of the children that you come across in your business, and that you see grow up!"
"Well, well," says Mr. Bucket, "you train him respectable, and he'll be a comfort to you."
