By two of the day after that it was in the middle of the Shore Road, just when its mover had declared it should be.

They were moving it, furniture and all, and Captain Sol was, as he said, going to "stay right aboard all the voyage." No cooking could be done, of course, but the Captain arranged to eat at Mrs.Higgins's hospitable table during the transit.

His sudden freak was furnishing material for gossip throughout the village, but he did not care.

Gossip concerning his actions was the last thing in the world to trouble Captain Sol Berry.
The Williams's "Colonial" was moving toward the corner at a rapid rate, and the foreman of the Boston moving firm walked over to see Mr.
Phinney.
"Say," he observed to Simeon, who, the perspiration streaming down his face, was resting for a moment before recommencing his labor of arranging rollers; "say," observed the foreman, "we'll be ready to turn into the Boulevard by tomorrer night and you're blockin' the way." "That's all right," said Simeon, "we'll be past the Boulevard corner by that time." He thought he was speaking the truth, but next morning, before work began, Captain Berry appeared.

He had had breakfast and strolled around to the scene of operations.
"Well," asked Phinney, "how'd it seem to sleep on wheels ?" "Tiptop," replied the depot master.