Now, tell me, do l look likee a sick lady ?" He scrutinised her face distressfully.
"Now, don't I look the picture of health ?" she challenged.
"In a way you do," he began, "and then again----" Hilma beat a tattoo with her heels upon the floor, shutting her fists, the thumbs tucked inside.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head energetically.
"I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen," she cried.
"But, just the same----" "Gibble--gibble--gibble," she mocked.

"I won't Listen, I won't listen." She put a hand over his mouth.

"Look, here's the dining-car waiter, and the first call for supper, and your wife is hungry." They went forward and had supper in the diner, while the long train, now out upon the main line, settled itself to its pace, the prolonged, even gallop that it would hold for the better part of the week, spinning out the miles as a cotton spinner spins thread.
It was already dark when Antioch was left behind.

Abruptly the sunset appeared to wheel in the sky and readjusted itself to the right of the track behind Mount Diablo, here visible almost to its base.