"Yes, father," she said, "you wor quite, quite right.  God h'Almighty's werry angry wid me.  I don't know how I'll h'ever bear it.  Little Roy ain't in the house, father.  When you put him in the bedroom he runned out by the other door, he ran inter the street.  We ha' searched h'all the house over, and he ain't there.  My little Roy is quite, quite lost."