He saw her shining face. “Beautiful,” he said. —2— Mrs. Shellabarger said to Mr. Shellabarger, “Isn’t it exciting being on the same train with so many movie people?” Mr. Shellabarger said, “I never could shave on a train without cutting myself.” —3— James Cobbett stood on the brick walk in the Albuquerque sunshine. C and E were out early. He hadn’t expected C to be up so soon; you wouldn’t expect it of honeymooners. They were a happy-looking couple, walking now on the brick walk. Healthy-looking too, as if they played tennis and swam every day. They probably did and the inactivity of the train cramped them. He liked a game of tennis himself. Not that he had much chance at it, but summers between trips he’d get in a few games on the public courts. He’d expected E to be out at Albuquerque. Old folks didn’t sleep so well, usually cranky mornings. The old man acted as if he’d rather be having his coffee than getting this breath of fresh air. They’d want their compartment made up right away.
