"Tickuts!" returned the conductor without interest.
"I haven't a ticket; I'll pay——"
"Sure," said the conductor; "vere you ged owid?"
"What?"
"Vere do you ged owid?"
"Oh, where do I get out? I'm going to Beverly——"
"Peverly? Sefenty-vive cends."
"Not to Peverly, to Beverly——"
"Yaw, Peverly——"
"No, no; Beverly! not Peverly——"