Oh Mr. God, I's in great trouble, for Nelly's got hurt, an' they took her into the 'firmary, an won't let me see her till to-morrer, but You knows all about it I specks, for Joe says as how You knows everything. But I dunna want her to die, for Joe says You take people who dies that is good to a mighty nice place; nicer'n Eastham by a long chalk, an' how You has lots an' lots o' childer; an' if that be the case, I's sure You needn't take little Nell; for, oh Sir, she's all I's got in the world. Please let her stay an' get better. Oh, do now! for I'll break my heart if she dies. An' 'member, I's only a little chap, an' I's no-one but Nelly; an' 'tis so lonesome out here, an' she is there. Please make her better. If I was in Your place an You was a little chap like me, I'd let your Nelly stay. I would for sure. An' oh, if you'll let my Nelly stay an' get better, I'll be awful good.
Her Benny, Silas K. Hocking, Liverpool, 1879
Footnote: little Nell dies.