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.