pounds of great, fat blackberries and 

 an armful of sweet peas in a cramped 

 stuffy Pullman caused my heart to re- 

 sound in the minor chords. We rallied 

 again and again to demolish the fruit 

 as we voyaged, and sat with one foot 

 on top of the other to avoid crushing 

 the lovely pea blossoms as we fidgeted 

 about, but the results of our efforts, 

 messy fruit in hopeless abundance and 

 withering leaves in dreary profusion, 

 were discouraging. 



When the noon hour came, Nimrod 

 carried the fruit basket into the diner 

 and set it down on the table. The 

 waiter eyed us askance. " It's a dol- 

 lar each for dinner, sah." It was clear 

 we were emigrants. We paid the wait- 

 er's demand and then from soup to 

 coffee ate blackberries blackberries 

 until we were black in the mouth and 



