"MISTER Vaterman, vot's your fare for taking me across?"
"Across, young 'ooman? vy, you looks so good-tempered, I'll pull you over for sixpence?"
"Are them seats clean?"
"O! ker-vite:—I've just swabb'd 'em down."
"And werry comfortable that'll be! vy, it'll vet my best silk?"
"Vatered silks is all the go. Vel! vell! if you don't like; it, there's my jacket. There, sit down a-top of it, and let me put my arm round you."
"Fellow!"
"The arm of my jacket I mean; there's no harm in that, you know."
"Is it quite safe? How the wind blows!"