It was interesting to see how the visitors were treated by the different groups.

Some, like Sim, were gushing and obsequious.

A few, Captain Jed among them, walked stubbornly by, either nodding coldly or paying no attention.

Others, like George Taylor and Doctor Quimby, were neither obsequious nor cold, merely bowing pleasantly and saying, "Good evening," as though greeting acquaintances and equals.

Yes, there WERE good people in Denboro, quiet, unassuming, self-respecting citizens.
One of them came up to me and spoke.
"Hello, Ros," said Captain Elisha Warren, "Sim's havin' the time of his life, isn't he ?" "He seems to be," I replied.
"Yes.