Now I try catch my ma.

I hear she alive somewhere.

They tell me she used keep lodging house for Bonsa pilgrim, but steal grub, say it cat, all that sort of thing, and get run in as thief.

Afraid my ma come down very much in world, not society lady now, shut up long way off in suburb.

Still p'raps she useful so best send her message by p'liceman, say how much I love her; say her dear little Jeekie turn up again just to see her sweet face.