Fur my part, as the train kept getting further and further north, my feelings kept getting more and more mixed.

It come to me that I might be steering straight fur a bunch of trouble.

The feeling that sadness and melancholy and seriousness was laying ahead of me kept me from really enjoying them dollar-apiece meals on the train.

It was Martha that done it.

All this past and gone love story I had been hearing about reminded me of Martha.