human
My father and granfer were carriers before me. Van and horses was good enough for them. And good enough for me, too. It tears me to scrap 'em.
gpt
Scrap them?
human
Ay. When you go back home, how'd it suit you to ride in a motor-'bus?
gpt
It would be grand,
human
Dang me, if that don't put the lid on it.
gpt
I beg your pardon, Mr. Yellam?
human
I was half hoping you'd say what you did. Yes--it would be grand. A nice 'bus--red and yaller--'d make the neighbours yap a bit. Do you know what they call my old van?
gpt
It's a nice comfortable van.
human
So 'tis. But would-be funny folks call it 'Flash o' Lightnin'.'
gpt
Are you angry with me for laughing?
human
Lord--no! A laugh like yours warms the cockles of my heart. Laugh away, miss. All the same, there's a meaning in what neighbours say. I do move slow, when I've a load. And in winter-time, when roads are heavy, I just crawl along. You're right. A motor-'bus _is_ grand. And I can pay cash for one, I can.