he was expecting to look for anything, and I guess it caught him just about on the crown of his head,—and it weighs more than fifty pounds,—and was swinging on the end of a blanket! Of course I don't know exactly what happened, but I think it knocked him up against the window, from the sound,—though he may have gone over there on purpose. Anyway, his voice came from over on that side awfully quick,—and he sounded as if he had a notion to throw his wife off the train.
"He hadn't found out what was the matter, and I think that he went at it kind of easy the next time; and he'd just got hold of the thing with both hands and was feeling to find out what it was, when the train swung the other way and he went out into the aisle,—all but his feet.
"Then he began to talk to his wife some more. I guess she must have held his feet, or done something like that, for she certainly was to blame that time, and he wasn't going to stand for it.
"I was giggling until I ached all over, and it's hard to giggle, when you've only about a quarter of an inch of breathing space to do it in. Pretty quick he tackled the thing all over again, and followed the lead of the blanket, up to my berth.
