Why, that train from Maryborough will consist of eighteen freight-cars and two passenger-kennels; cheap, poor, shabby, slovenly; no drinking water, no sanitary arrangements, every imaginable inconvenience; and slow ?--oh, the gait of cold molasses; no air-brake, no springs, and they'll jolt your head off every time they start or stop.

That's where they make their little economies, you see.

They spend tons of money to house you palatially while you wait fifteen minutes for a train, then degrade you to six hours' convict-transportation to get the foolish outlay back.
What a rational man really needs is discomfort while he's waiting, then his journey in a nice train would be a grateful change.

But no, that would be common sense--and out of place in a government.

And then, besides, they save in that other little detail, you know--repudiate their own tickets, and collect a poor little illegitimate extra shilling out of you for that twelve miles, and----" "Well, in any case----" "Wait--there's more.