From the driveway of the yard, beside the dining-room windows, came the rattle of wheels and the tramp of a horse's feet.

Mrs.Matilda Tripp, who sat nearest the windows, on that side, rose and peered out.
"It's the depot wagon, Ketury," she said.

"There's somebody inside it.

I wonder if they're comin' here." "Transients" were almost unknown quantities at the Bayport Hotel in May.
Consequently, all the boarders and the landlady herself crowded to the windows.

The "depot wagon" had drawn up by the steps, and Gabe Lumley, the driver, had descended from his seat and was doing his best to open the door of the ancient vehicle.