9/31 Doctor Prescott was regarded in the village as rather parsimonious except in those three directions. "I ain't goin' to hear no nonsense about Doctor Prescott," he exclaimed. "I won't stan' it from none of ye. I don't eat no man's flapjacks an' hear him talked agin within swing of my fists if I can help it." The storekeeper and postmaster, Cyrus Robinson, had been leaning over his counter between the scales and a pile of yellow soap bars, smiling and shrewdly observant. |