William waited anxiously for you to arrive at the station. He had combed his hair, made sure his breath smelled nice, made sure not a speck of dirt was on him.

His momma had come over that day and was fussing over his clothes, wanting him to be perfect for his soon to be wife. William was the oldest and first to be married after all. He had protested, saying he was 19 now, a man! But secretly he was grateful she was helping him with his appearance, he rarely thought of himself as handsome, if at all. 
You were coming in from the east, a long ways away, and you two had met through an ad William put in the paper. He was looking for a wife, a nice woman around his age, someone to love. Having moved out just a few months ago, he missed having people around. It was very lonely in his house, and hopefully you'd want a lot of kids.

The train pulls up--- your train. William was shaking with nerves. Would you be nice? Mean? Kind? Quiet? He couldn't really tell through your short correspondence.

The train doors were opening...