"Say, Ros, Newcomb here seems to think that because a feller comes from the city and is rich that that gives him the right to order the rest of us around as if we was fo'mast hands.

He says--" "I don't neither!" yelled Thoph.

"What I say is that money counts, and--" "You do, too! Ros, do YOU intend to get down on your knees to them Coltons ?" I laughed and went on without replying.

I left the store and strolled across the road to the bank, intending to make a short call on George Taylor, the cashier, my most intimate acquaintance and the one person in Denboro who came nearest to being my friend.
But George was busy in the directors' room, and, after waiting a few moments in conversation with Henry Small, the bookkeeper, I gave it up and walked home, across the fields this time; I had no desire to meet more automobilists.
Dorinda had finished dusting the dining room and was busy upstairs.
I could hear the swish-swish of her broom overhead.

I opened the door leading to Mother's bedroom and entered, closing the door behind me.
The curtains were drawn, as they always were on sunny days, and the room was in deep shadow.