"What do you think of THAT! This fellow imagines because I've got a well-dressed woman along I'll submit.

But I'm not that big a snob." He was looking up at the cabman again.

"You miserable thief!" he exclaimed.

"I'll give you three dollars, and that's too much by a dollar." "Don't you call me names!" yelled the cabman, shaking his fist with the whip in it.
"The man's drunk," cried Josh to the little crowd of people that had assembled.

Margaret, overwhelmed with mortification, tugged at his sleeve.