Lorraine left him to his cabbages and followed the man with the mail sack.
At the post-office the anemic clerk came forward, eyeing her with admiring curiosity.

Lorraine had seen anemic young men all her life, and the last three years had made her perfectly familiar with that look in a young man's eyes.

She met it with impatient disfavor founded chiefly upon the young man's need of a decent hair-cut, a less flowery tie and a tailored suit.

When he confessed that he did not know Mr.Britton Hunter by sight he ceased to exist so far as Lorraine was concerned.

She decided that he also was new to the place and therefore perfectly useless to her.
The postmaster himself--Lorraine was cheered by his spectacles, his shirt sleeves, and his chin whiskers, which made him look the part--was better informed.