The schoolmaster had finished grading some test papers and had come down to the post office just in time to be the third party to an interesting fist fight in which two sixth grade boys were engaged with great zest, in the street.

Two out-of-town strangers, who were guests at the hotel just across the way, came over and, seating themselves on a bench in front of the post office engaged in conversation.
Finally the task behind the window was done.

The mail was sorted and placed alphabetically in the proper boxes.

The postmaster flipped up the window, and there was a mighty rush and a scramble--for who is not eager to get a letter?
Some received several letters and papers; some only one letter; some only a paper; some only a catalogue.

Some were disappointed altogether, judging from facial expressions; some received glad messages, some sad messages, some indifferent.
When the crowd was dispersed, the two strangers who had been seated on the bench appeared at the window and called for their mail.