“So, thinkin’ it over, it seemed to me that you folks have trouble keepin’ a qualified guard on this little stretch’a mountain line. Fellows with marryin’ in mind… they gotta move on to better routes, I was thinkin’.
“But me? I want that little route that shoots over to Memphis and back to Eureka Springs. It goes right by my house and I could maybe wave to Grandad. He took me to watch this train go by since ‘fore I could walk.” She paused. Had she said enough? Too much? How could one tell?