Opposite the Gwynnes' gate, Dr.Bush's house stood back among the trees, but there was no sign of life about it.

Further down on the same side of the street, the Widow Martin's cottage, with porch vine covered and windows bright with flowers, hid itself under a great spreading maple.

In front of the cottage the Widow Martin herself was busy in the garden.

He liked the Widow Martin but found her not sufficiently exciting to hold him this spring morning.

A vacant lot or two and still on the same side came the blacksmith's shop just at the crossroads, and across the street from it his father's store.