"Aw insist on yor puttin it aght instantly," sed th' owd feller.

Sydney wornt used to bein ordered abaat like this, soa he sed:

"Oh, yo insist on it, do yo, owd buffer, but suppooas aw dooant put it
aght, what then?"

"But you shall put it aght, an at once too," he went on, gettin varry
red i' th' face, "do yo think at aw shall submit to be poisoned wi yor
vile, disgustin tobacca smook? sich men as yo should ride in a cattle
truck or a dog box--tho' if yo wor in there yo'd be taichin th' cawves
an puppies bad habbits--Owd buffer, indeed! I'll have yo fined, sir."

"Nah dooan't yo get raggy," sed Sydney, poolin aght his cigar case, an
leetin another; "if aw have to be fined aw mud as weel have summat for
my brass," an he moved an sat on a seat in front o'th owd chap, an
puffed aght o' both cigars as fast as he could, wol he made sich a reek
i'th hoil at th' lamp up aboon lukk'd like a full mooin on a misty neet.

"Awm a director on this line," th' owd beggar gasped, "an aw insist on
yor desistin the smookin at once, sir."

"A director are yo? awm fain to see yo, aw've often wanted to ax one o'
ye gentry ha it is at th' trains is soa unpunctual on this line?"

Th' owd chap jumped up an run to th' winder, an let it daan, an started
tryin to find th' cord to stop th' train, but bi gooid luck he'd getten
to th' wrang side o'th carriage, an while he wor botherin to find th'
rope, Sydney opened th' t'other winder an stuck one o'th' slips wi
"Smookin" on it, on th' aghtside oth' pane, an then he sed: