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the Overland out of the snow.
One night I was pulled out of a sound sleep with a start. From the berth opposite came a child's frightened cries for her mother. I soon realized the poor little thing was alone. Where the widow was I soon to learn. I immediately knew the little one was alone so I got up, went to the women's dressing room in search of the mother. I found her not. As I returned to my berth my neighbor to the right stuck his head out between the curtains. He pointed a finger at the widow's berth, then pointed to the berth occupied by her fall boy friend. His facial expression was so funny I had to stifly a bubbling laugh.
"Oh, no," I whispered, "It can't be."
His eyes widened and he nodded his head several times, "Oh Yes, He smiled, "Its is". I may be a an other peoples business minder and a peeping Tom but ...try it ...You'll find out."
Meanwhile the child's voice was mounting in volume and would soon approach a frightened scream. I was afraid other would awaken. This would give depth and action to what was rapidly becoming a scandal. It could develop into an embarrassing situation for the widow and furnish wonderful gossip-chewing material for the rest of the [[mistype]] bored passengers who could munch over each crumb all day long.
I felt sorry for the frightened child and decided I'd do something about it. I went over and tapped the edge of the lanky character's berth.
"You'd better get back to your own berth," I whispered, "Before your little girl wakes up the entire car."
There I'd done my good deed for the day. Back into my berth I climbed and relaxed for a few moments. Very soon I heard a rustle and acting on my neighbor's advice I [[mistype]] peeked through my curtain just in time to see the lady return to her little girl. Now I was wide awake, I tried but it was impossible to get back to sleep. I decided to while away the time by reading. Shortly I heard a noise. I peeked out again.