Mrs. Bledsoe. Had his things on his hand and had his bag, but after he paid my $7 he went out—I don't know, I think this YMCA, but I am not supposed to know where, and brought back another bag, and then he said, "Well, where is the grocery store?"
Well, I said, "It is down that way," but I didn't want him to use the kitchen, so, he said, "I'm going to get some milk," and so, I didn't like that much, but I didn't say anything about it because I wanted to get along with him.
Mr. Ball. Let me ask you some questions before we commence the grocery store part of it.
When you first saw him, did he have his luggage with him?
Mrs. Bledsoe. Yes.
Mr. Ball. What did he have with him?
Mrs. Bledsoe. A bag.
Mr. Ball. Will you describe the bag?
Mrs. Bledsoe. I don't remember where—seemed like it was a kind of a duffelbag.
Mr. Ball. The kind the men in the service put their clothes in?