And then he turned round and stared at me.

And he thought I was a ghost or a dream and I thought perhaps he was.

And it was so queer being there alone together in the middle of the night and not knowing about each other.

And we began to ask each other questions.

And when I asked him if I must go away he said I must not." "Th' world's comin' to a end!" gasped Martha.
"What is the matter with him ?" asked Mary.
"Nobody knows for sure and certain," said Martha.