 
 <prompt> text: ```CHAPTER I. 

ELMA'S STRANGER. 

E be late wen Elma reach di station. Her pony bin jib on top di way downhill, and di train bin just dey about to move as she rush enter di platform. Old Matthews, di stout and chubby-cheeked station-master, grab her anyhow for her left arm, and push her enter one carriage. E don sabi her since she small, so e fit do like that. 

"Second class, miss? Yes, miss. Here y'are. Hurry up, abeg. Any other person dey come? All correct, Tom! Move go!" And e raise him left hand, e blow one sharp signal to di guard make dem start am. 

As for Elma, wey dey hot for face sake of di rush for her ticket, and dey hold her change wey she never count, pence and all, for her small gloved hand, she see herself push, anyhow, at di very last moment, enter di last compartment of di last carriage --alone--with one artist. 

Now, you and I, wey dey very courteous and intelligent reader, fit never guess from di young man outside look, di kind work wey e dey do. Di male intellect, wey dey work according to di stupid laws of inductive logic, get one funny habit wey e dey get, wey e need something, before e go fit conclude sharply. But Elma Clifford na woman; and so she sabi better way. Her own habit na to look things well well for face, and then, with di unerring intuition of her sex, she go decide firmly, sharp sharp, once and for all. Na one of di many advantages wey dey to be woman. You no need learn to know. You sabi am by instinct. And yet our girls wan go Girton, and train themselves to be senior wranglers! 

Numbered answers:``` <response>: ```1. yes
2. Her pony don jib
3. for the way wey dey go down
4. Old Matthews
5. since she small pikin
6. by the left hand
7. no
8. last compartment
9. the last carriage
10. yes
11. collect her change
12. Second
13. yes
14. no
15. one artist
16. no
17. She don decide
18. big and round face
19. he blow whistle
20. the guard``` 