"Ticket, please."
"Yes—y-e-a-s," she spoke as though the effort caused her intense pain. "I want—to—go to Chicago."
"Yes. Have you a ticket?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"Where's your ticket?"
"I ain't got no ticket."
"Have you got money?"
"No. I do' want money. I jist want you to take me to Chicago."