Thought I—"They're very ill, I fear;
I wonder what's the matter."
Surmise was vain. In came my train.
I got in. "First"—a "Smoking."
That motley crew—they got in too.
I wondered what on earth to do,
For each began a-choking.
"Pray, won't you smoke?" the old man spoke.
Thought I—"He's growing madder."