Tinkletown saw them occasionally as they came jaunting by in their traps and brakes and automobiles--but it is extremely doubtful if they saw Tinkletown in passing.
Anderson Crow swelled and blossomed in the radiance of his own importance.

In his old age he was becoming fastidious.

Only in the privacy of his own back yard did he go without the black alpaca coat; he was beginning to despise the other days, when he had gone coatless from dawn till dark, on the street or off.

His badges were pinned neatly to his lapel and not to his suspenders, as in the days of yore.

His dignity was the same, but the old sense of irritation was very much modified.