"Jesus, one of the little children as you loves so well is lost.  His name is Roy, he's about two year old; he's big fur that, Jesus, and he's werry, werry purty.  He ha' yaller 'air, and blue h'eyes.  I'm feared as some woman ha' stole him for the sake o' his clothes, and the reward offered fur him.  Please, Jesus, don't let that 'ere woman be a bit happy wid little Roy.  Make her real misribble till she takes him back again.  We know that there 'ere many ways that you can love him.  But, Faith here, she wants him back again, so please don't let him catch no fever, and don't take him to play wid Charlie, and the other babies yet awhile."