“As every one who has visited London knows,” said a young man
formerly attached to our embassy at the British capital, “the
number of passengers carried on certain ’busses is limited by
regulation.
“Once a kindly Irish conductor, tho quite aware that his ’bus
was full, had permitted a young and sickly woman to squeeze in.
The ’bus had not proceeded far before the usual crank spoke up.
‘Conductah!’ he exclaimed, ‘You’ve one over your number, y’know.’
“‘Have I, sir?’ asked the conductor with affected concern.
Then, beginning to count from the opposite end, leaving the
complainant until the last, he repeated: ‘Wan, two, three, four,
foive, six, sivin, eight, noine, tin, ’lefen, twelve, thir--so I
have sir, an’, be the Lord Harry, ye’re the wan. Out ye go!’
“And out he did go.”--Boston _Transcript_.
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