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bending my body & neck in numberless shapes. About a million babies on the coach and they made a beautiful medley. One took special delight in shaking a rattle in my ear when I was nearly asleep. Reached Ashland late. Helped an old lady off with

her baggage. She was going to Nashville. Slept a little more after changing cars. --------------- Dec 24 Still on train — feeling awfully bum — wishing for day light. It finally came but very slowly and I washed up a little. Things very slow for a while.

Lady got on with a raft of kids and I played the nurse stunt & amused the kid. He got sick & started to throw up and I gave him the "mit." Got rid of kids at Mt. Sterling, and a whole gang of girls got on. One sat by me

for quite a while and I was backward about starting something. She finally offered me a magazine to read, and then I started up a conversation. She & the rest of the girls belonged to the the Boston Ladies Symphony Orchestra. Only one man in

the company & he was married. He directed and managed. My girl's name was Margaret Irene Sisson — & she promised to write to me at Charlottesville if they played near that place. She was very interesting and gay, and I was