The expansive prairie transfixed Agnes Macdonald, peering out on the train’s maiden voyage to Vancouver.
“I never suspected such a horizon!” she exclaimed. “One can see for what must be a hundred miles.”
Her husband smiled. “Come, dear. It’s dinner. The maître d’ has saved us the last champagne.” They walked to the dining cart and sat.
A waiter appeared and delicately filled Agnes’ flute with the wine.
“It must cost a fortune to chill that,” Anges remarked after a crisp sip.
John laughed. “The railroad will refill our coffers. All it took was a little coaxing of the locals.”