To the left, across the western end of the little town and capping another hill, was the Whipple Old Place, where dwelt Sharon Whipple and his daughter, Juliana.

The walls of the Whipple Old Place were more weathered, of a duller red.

The two places looked down upon the town quite as castles of old looked down upon their feudatories.
"I was right inside that house yesterday," said the Wilbur twin, pointing to the Whipple New Place and boasting a little--he would not have to reveal the dreadful details of his entry.

"Right inside of it," he added to make sure that his father would get all his importance.

But the father seemed not enough impressed.
"You'll probably go into better houses than that some day," he merely said, and added: "You learn a good trade like mine and you can always go anywhere; always make your good money and be more independent than Whipples or even kings in their palaces.