There had been a Squire in the Weaver family three generations back, and Peleg held firmly to established precedent.

He might be landed gentry, but he was no tiller of the soil, and he secretly looked down on his elder brother for personally cultivating the family acres.
Mr.Delaplaine was likewise addicted to reverie and historic retrospect.
Nothing delighted Billie and Kit so much as to ride down to the store and get a chance to converse with both of the old men on local history and family "trees." Mr.Delaplaine's mail, which consisted mostly of catalogues, came addressed to N.B.Delaplaine, Esq., and even the little French Canadian kiddies tumbling around the gardens of the mill houses down in Nantic knew what that N.B.stood for, but to Gilead he was just "Bony" Delaplaine.
Every day that first week found the girls down at the Farm prying around the ruins for any lost treasures.

Stanley Howard struck up a friendship with both the Judge and Mr.Bobbins, and usually drove by on his way from the village.

He would stop and chat for a few moments with them, but Kit was elusive.

Vaguely, she felt that the proper thing for her to do was to offer an apology, for even considering him an unlawful trespasser.