An elderly English spinster on the Blue Train fo ind herself sharing a compartment with a Scotsman who, like a perfect gentleman, alloy the lady to take the lower bunk. To the lady's indignation, however, no sooner had they settled down for the night than from the top bunk came resounding snores. Unable to stand the strain, she picked up a shoe and rapped martly on the side of the upper bunk. The snoring continued. She rapped. She rapped again. More snores. She rapped again harder.
The snores ceased abruptly. A tousled head appeared over the side of the top bunk. Said voice, 'All richt! I heard ye the first time—but I'm no comin' doon.'
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