There was "Muum[?]" who was "Mum to the little ones and to the one big one, to whose lln one she was Grannies & to whose father of the little ones she was Ma in law. There was an odor surrounding them which wasn't exactly eau-de-cologne and the other passenger looked daggers. I grinned. They had four old bundles & square boxes & to crown all a kerosene tin with a blanket bulging out the top. The other passengers grumbled ab the baggage so I told them they could pile it all around me so long as they did not squash me. With an assurance that he "no squashie you missy"