I travel second-class; one saves money and one finds people to talk to--and at what sacrifice?
Only a hard cushion to sit on! In the same carriage with me there was a very conversable person--a smart young man with flaming red hair.

When we took the omnibus at your station here, all the passengers got out in the town except two.

I was one exception, and the smart young man was the other.

When I stopped at your gate, the omnibus went on a few yards, and set down my fellow-traveler at the village inn.

My profession makes me sly.