So they turned down Poplar Street to Main and made their way along in front of the row of stores there.

The village already showed symptoms of excitement.

The windows were dressed in royal purple, with here and there a touch of the brown of Robinson, and the sidewalk already held many visitors, while others were invading the college grounds across the street.

Farther on the trio passed the bicycle repair-shop.

In front of the door, astride an empty box, sat the proprietor, sunning himself and keeping a careful watch on the village happenings.