Casual
I
I get on the bus. "Is this right for the Porte Champerret?" "Cantcher read?" "Pardon." He grinds my tickets on his stomach. "Ee yar." "Thanks." I look around me. "I say, you." He has a sort of cord around his hat. "Can't you look what you're doing?" He has a very long neck. "Oh look here, I say." Now he's rushing to get a free seat. "Well well." I say that to myself.

II
I get in the bus.
"Is this right for the Place de la Contrescarpe?"
"Cantcher read?"
"Pardon."
His barrel organ functions and gives me back my tickets with a little tune on them.
"Ee yar."
"Thanks."
We pass the gate Sainte-Lazare.
"Hm, there's the chap I saw before."
I incline an ear.
"You ought to get another button put on your overcoat."
He shows him where.
"Your overcoat is cut too low."
That's true enough.
"Well well."

I say that to myself.