"That's Ostable court-house," he cried, pointing. "And see--see that
red-roofed house right over there, just past that white church? That's
where Judge Baxter lives; a mighty good friend of mine, the Judge is. I
stopped to his house to dinner the night Graves came."
A little further on he added, "'Twas about here that I spoke to Graves
fust. I noticed him sittin' right across the aisle from me, with a face
on him sour as a sasser of green tamarind preserves, and I thought I'd
be sociable. 'Tough night,' I says. 'Umph,' says he. 'Twa'n't a remark
cal'lated to encourage conversation, so I didn't try again--not till his
umbrella turned inside out on the Denboro platform. Ho! ho! I wish you'd
have seen his face THEN."
At Denboro he pointed out Pete Shattuck's livery stable, where the horse
and buggy came from which had been the means of transporting Graves and
himself to South Denboro.
"See!" he cried. "See that feller holdin' up the corner of the depot
with his back! the one that's so broad in the beam he has to draw in his
breath afore he can button his coat. That's Pete. You'd think he was too
sleepy to care whether 'twas to-day or next week, wouldn't you? Well, if
you was a summer boarder and wanted to hire a team, you'd find Pete was
awake and got up early.
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