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A week ago I was sitting in a train, chugging along to my aunt's in Bussum. I was hoping to be able to amuse myself in the train at least, since having to put up with a week of Aunt Josephine's company was not my idea of fun.
So there I sat, with the highest of hopes, but I was out of luck, because at first sight my fellow passengers looked neither interesting nor amusing. The little old lady across from me was indeed concerned for my welfare, but wasn't the least bit amusing; neither was the distinguished gentleman beside her, who kept his eyes glued to his newspaper; nor did the farmer's wife on his other side look like she was dying to talk. Still, I was determined to amuse myself, and wasn't about to give up my plan. If I had to make a pest of myself, so be it. Aunt Josephine and her scrawny neck would just have to take the blame.