Maybe the medicine was good for me, but it wasn't pleasant.

It never occurred to me, that night, to wonder how dad felt about it; but I've often thought of it since.
I had a section to myself, so I could sulk undisturbed; dad was not small, at any rate, and, though he hadn't let me have his car, he meant me to be decently comfortable.

That first night I slept without a break; the second I sat in the smoker till a most unrighteous hour, cultivating the acquaintance of a drummer for a rubber-goods outfit.

I thought that, seeing I was about to mingle with the working classes, I couldn't begin too soon to study them.

He was a pretty good sort, too.
The rubber-goods man left me at Seattle, and from there on I was at the tender mercies of my own thoughts and an elderly lady with a startlingly blond daughter, who sat directly opposite me and was frankly disposed to friendliness.