Poor man! I wonder if _he_ has anybody crying for him over here.

Then you know, just as soon as ever father got well enough to travel, he started straight home.

He said he'd had enough of Europe, and if he ever lived to get home, he wouldn't go another time without somebody with him.

It wasn't so very pleasant, he said, to come so near dying with nobody round that you knew, and not to hear a word of your own language.

Then, you know, he got into Boston Saturday, and he hurried straight up here; but the train only went as far as Rutland, and stopped at midnight.