Mr. Liebeler. Was it a convertible, was it a Volkswagen, was it a station wagon, or was it an ordinary American-type car?
Mrs. Hunter. It was just a car—but I wouldn't go back to it, because it didn't dawn on me for sure.
Mr. Liebeler. Was it a station wagon?
Mrs. Hunter. No.
Mr. Liebeler. Now, you saw Mrs. Oswald, or who you think was Mrs. Oswald, in the station there that day before you saw her in the Furniture Mart; is that right?
Mrs. Hunter. Yes.
Mr. Liebeler. Now, when you saw her in the Furniture Mart, did you recognize her?
Mrs. Hunter. No; it didn't dawn on me—I didn't think a thing in the world about it.
*Mrs. Oswald. Excuse me, do you remember how I was dressed and was I pregnant at that time?
Mrs. Hunter. Yes.