The next moment she exclaimed aloud , `` Why , it 's us that 's moving , not it ! '' Some of the passengers smiled pleasantly at Grandma . She was the variety of old lady at which people do smile pleasantly ; a grandma with round , pink cheeks , soft , brown eyes , and lovely snow-white curls is a nice person to look at wherever she is found . After a while Grandma , to her amazement , discovered that she liked riding on the cars . It was not at all the disagreeable experience she had expected it to be . Why , she was just as comfortable as if she were in her own rocking chair at home ! And there was such a lot of people to look at , and many of the ladies had such beautiful dresses and hats . After all , the people you met on a train , thought Grandma , are surprisingly like the people you meet off it . If it had not been for wondering how she would get off at Green Village , Grandma would have enjoyed herself thoroughly . Four or five stations farther on the train halted at a lonely-looking place consisting of the station house and a barn , surrounded by scrub woods and blueberry barrens . One passenger got on and , finding only one vacant seat in the crowded car , sat right down beside Grandma Sheldon . Grandma Sheldon held her breath while she looked him over . Was he a pickpocket ? He did n't appear like one , but you can never be sure of the people you meet on the train . Grandma remembered with a sigh of thankfulness that she had no money . Besides , he seemed really very respectable and harmless . He was quietly dressed in a suit of dark-blue serge with a black overcoat . He wore his hat well down on his forehead and was clean shaven . His hair was very black , but his eyes were blue -- nice eyes , Grandma thought . She always felt great confidence in a man who had bright , open , blue eyes .
Grandpa XXXXX , who had died so long ago , four years after their marriage , had had bright blue eyes .
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