Excerpt from The Rainbow's End: Alaska

So the little hand, soft and white as a crumpled rose-leaf, snuggled into the larger palm, and the tiny fingers, with implicit child trust, confided themselves to the others leading, were it to the ends of the earth. And they two left the turmoil, the un-ease, the grime of Chicago behind them, shaking the dust of that city from their happy wandering feet. The tired brown eyes and the merry blue ones looked gladly into one another. The pilgrims laughed softly to themselves when the wheels began to turn and they realized they were actually started for the end of the rainbow.

Hats were placed upon the broad shelf over the door, wraps hung upon numerous brass hooks. The little body screwed herself into a corner of the "make-believe house" and gazed out upon the "slippery country, " while the other looked musingly about the compartment. Time was, and not so long ago, when a contortionist was the only person who could come out whole from a night's railway travel. People having spines, and those whose joints worked but one way, suffered through the long night watches in wretchedness which distinctly lowered their moral tone.

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