Simeon Holly had already sat down stiffly in one of the porch chairs.

Simeon Holly never "dropped himself" anywhere.

Indeed, according to Perry Larson, if there were a hard way to do a thing, Simeon Holly found it--and did it.

The fact that, this morning, he had allowed, and was still allowing, the sacred routine of the day's work to be thus interrupted, for nothing more important than the expected arrival of a strolling urchin, was something Larson would not have believed had he not seen it.

Even now he was conscious once or twice of an involuntary desire to rub his eyes to make sure they were not deceiving him.
Impatient as the waiting men were for the arrival of David, they were yet almost surprised, so soon did he appear, running up the driveway.
"Oh, where is it, please ?" he panted.