If you save this boy because he may not know right from wrong, why did you not save mine who was never taught the difference?
You gentlemen have as good a right to punish her boy, that God has kept in ignorance of sound and speech, as you have to punish mine, that you kept in ignorance yourselves.

How many of the girls and boys--ah, men and women too--that are brought before you and you don't pity, are deaf and dumb in their minds, and go wrong in that state, and are punished in that state, body and soul, while you gentlemen are quarrelling among yourselves whether they ought to learn this or that ?--Be a just man, Sir, and give me back my son.' 'You are desperate,' said the gentleman, taking out his snuff-box, 'and I am sorry for you.' 'I AM desperate,' returned the woman, 'and you have made me so.

Give me back my son, to work for these helpless children.

Be a just man, Sir, and, as you have had mercy upon this boy, give me back my son!' The child had seen and heard enough to know that this was not a place at which to ask for alms.

She led the old man softly from the door, and they pursued their journey.
With less and less of hope or strength, as they went on, but with an undiminished resolution not to betray by any word or sigh her sinking state, so long as she had energy to move, the child, throughout the remainder of that hard day, compelled herself to proceed: not even stopping to rest as frequently as usual, to compensate in some measure for the tardy pace at which she was obliged to walk.