The post-office was set up in one of the unfinished rooms of Mr.Plausaby's house, and, except at mail-times, Charlton was not obliged to confine himself to it.
Katy or Cousin Isa or Mrs.Plausaby was always glad to look over the letters for any caller, to sell stamps to those who wanted them, and tell a Swede how much postage he must pay on a painfully-written letter to some relative in Christiana or Stockholm.

And the three or four hundred dollars of income enabled Charlton to prosecute his studies.

In his gratitude he lent the two hundred and twenty dollars--all that was left of his educational fund--to Mr.Plausaby, at two per cent a month, on demand, secured by a mortgage on lots in Metropolisville.
Poor infatuated George Gray--the Inhabitant of the Lone Cabin, the Trapper of Pleasant Brook, the Hoosier Poet from the Wawbosh country--poor infatuated George Gray found his cabin untenable after little Katy had come and gone.

He came up to Metropolisville, improved his dress by buying some ready-made clothing, and haunted the streets where he could catch a glimpse now and then of Katy.
One night, Charlton, coming home from an evening with Miss Minorkey at the hotel, found a man standing in front of the fence.
"What do you want here ?" he asked sharply.
"Didn' mean no harm, stranger, to nobody." "Oh! it's you!" exclaimed Charlton, recognizing his friend the Poet.
"Come in, come in." "Come in?
Couldn' do it no way, stranger.

Ef I was to go in thar amongst all them air ladies, my knees would gin out.