The meat tasted of the vegetables, the vegetables tasted of the meat, and the salad tasted of both. Before ordering Ray would sit down and peer about at the food on the near-by tables as one does in a dining car when the digestive fluids have dried in your mouth at the first whiff through the doorway. It was on one of these evenings that he noticed Cora’s hat.

“What do you wear a hat for all the time?” he asked, testily.

“Hat?”

“Seems to me I haven’t seen you without a hat in a month. Gone bald, or something?” He was often cross like this lately. Grumpy, Cora called it. Hats were one of Cora’s weaknesses. She had a great variety of them. These added to Ray’s feeling of restlessness and