The wind was chill, and there was the hint of a storm coming down from the northeast.
"Any hotel in this place ?" he asked of the ticket agent, the telegraph operator, and the baggageman, who was pushing a crate of vegetables off a truck.
"Swan's Hotel; only one." "Do people sleep and eat there ?" "If they have good digestions." "Much obliged." "Whisky's no good, either." "Thanks again.

This doesn't look much like a summer resort." "Nobody ever said it was.

I beg your pardon, but would you mind taking an end of this darned crate ?" "Not at all." Fitzgerald was beginning to enjoy himself.

"Where do you want it ?" "In here," indicating the baggage-room.

"Thanks.