Very few people are awake, and those that are look sleepy.
"In such a scene as this a hideous-looking woman, about fifty years old, with a long nose and a shabby barrel-organ, wended her way from some of the slums near Farringdon Street Station in the direction of Euston Square.
"It was not a very pretty walk.

There were no birds twittering in the trees, or cuckoos.

You could not hear the gentle roar of the ocean, and what flowers there were, were in pots on the window-sills.
"The ugly woman chose the road where there were most public-houses, and I am sorry to say that any one who had walked close beside her would have heard her talking to herself in very bad language." Here followed the description of a few of the public-houses and their natural beauties, and my narrative proceeded-- "In this way the wicked woman reached Euston Square.

She was greatly intoxicated, and not able to play the tunes on her organ correctly.
Nobody gave her anything, which was not surprising, and the police moved her on all round the square.
"At last it was plain she would have to do something to get some money.
"After thinking over all the different things, she thought she would steal a baby and get money that way.

So, seeing a baby lying on a seat close by, whose nurse had gone off to see a militia band marching towards Gower Street, she stole it and went off as fast as she could.
"There was a cradle hanging on to the organ, and when people saw the baby in it the wicked woman got as much money as she liked.
"My reader will have guessed by this time that the baby, which was of the feminine gender, is the heroine.
"She was really high-born.
"Her father was a retired coal merchant.