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 Sheldon , who had died so long ago , four years after their marriage , had had bright blue eyes . To be sure , he had fair hair , reflected Grandma . It 's real odd to see such black hair with such light blue eyes . Well , he 's real nice looking , and I do n't believe there 's a mite of harm in him . The early autumn night had now fallen and Grandma could not amuse herself by watching the scenery . She bethought herself of the paper Cyrus had given her and took it out of her basket . It was an old weekly a fortnight back .
On the first page was a long account XXXXX a murder case with scare heads , and into this Grandma plunged eagerly .
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