They did not talk much; even Mrs.Babcock looked serious and contemplative in this momentary lull.

Their thoughts reached past and beyond them to the homes they had left, and the new scenes ahead.
When the whistle of the train sounded they all stood up, and grasped their valises tightly.

Mrs.Green looked toward the coming train; her worn face under her black bonnet, between its smooth curves of gray hair, had all the sensitive earnestness which comes from generations of high breeding.

She was, on her father's side, of a race of old New England ministers.
"Well, I dunno but I've been pretty faithful, an' minded my household the way women are enjoined to in the Scriptures; mebbe it's right for me to take this little vacation," she said, and her serious eyes were full of tears..