Two policemen joined the ticket-collectors, and though it was a good-humored gathering, the air was thick with such cries as these: "I lorst my ticket, ain't I telling yer?
Gar on, guv'nor, lemme in!" "Oh, crumpets, look at Jimmy! Jimmy never done nothink, your honor; he's a himposter"' "I'm the boy what kicked the peeler.

Hie, you toff with the choker, ain't I to step up ?" "Tell yer, I'm a genooine criminal, I am.

If yer don't lemme in I'll have the lawr on you." "Let a poor cove in as his father drownded hisself for his country." "What air yer torking about?
Warn't I in larst year, and the cuss as runs the show, he says to me, 'Allers welcome,' he says.

None on your sarse, Bobby.

I demands to see the cuss what runs--" "Jest keeping on me out 'cos I ain't done nothin'.