Then there were a few stores clustering about the intersection of the present street and one running at right angles with it, and a post-office and a fire-house and a diminutive town hall.

The old horse turned to the right here and ambled westward.
"You boys are sort of late," observed the driver conversationally.
"Why, school doesn't begin until to-morrow, does it ?" asked Tom.
"No.

I meant you was late for to-day.

About twenty boys came this afternoon, most of 'em on the train before this one.

There was Prouty and Newhall and Miller and a lot of 'em.