There was no city hall worthy of the name of this little city which held its head so high.

The City Hall, so designated by ornate gilt letters upon the glass panel of a very small door, occupied part of the building in which was the post-office.

It was a tiny building, two stories high.

On the second floor was the millinery shop of Mrs.
Creevy, and behind it the two rooms in which she kept house with her daughter Jessy.
On the lower floor was the post-office on the right, filthy with the foot tracks of the Fairbridge children who crowded it in a noisy rabble twice a day, and perpetually red-stained with the shale of New Jersey, brought in upon the boots of New Jersey farmers, who always bore about with them a goodly portion of their native soil.

On the left, was the City Hall.