you wouldn’t have a chance in the world!”
“You ain’t goin’ to have no berth, yourself?” he ast me.
“I should say not!” I says. “I’m goin’ to get me a chair and sleep in the watertight compartments.”
Boys, my prophecy come true. They was more roll on old Lake Michigan that night than in all them books up to the Holy Roller Skaters’ park. And if the boat was filled to capacity just thirteen hundred of us was fatally ill.
I don’t think it was the rollin’ that got me. It was one glimpse of all the Jennies and their offsprings, and the wealthy Greek shoe shiners, and the millionaire truck drivers, and the heiresses from the Lace Department—layin’ hither and thither in the cabins and on the decks, breathin’ their last. And how they must of felt to think that all their outlay for crackerjack and apples was a total loss!