Of course," he remarked, "I know all the men folks, an' they know me, but I never ben into none o' their houses except now an' then on a matter of bus'nis, an' I guess," he said with a laugh, "that Polly 'd allow 't she don't spend all her time in that circle.

Still," he added, "they all know her, an' ev'ry little while some o' the women folks 'll come in an' see her.

She's putty popular, Polly is," he concluded.
"I should think so, indeed," remarked John.
"Yes, sir," said David, "the's worse folks 'n Polly Bixbee, if she don't put on no style; an' the fact is, that some of the folks that lives here the year 'round, an' always have, an' call the rest on us 'village people,' 'r' jest as countryfied in their way 's me an' Polly is in our'n--only they don't know it.

'Bout the only diff'rence is the way they talk an' live." John looked at Mr.Harum in some doubt as to the seriousness of the last remark.
"Go to the 'Piscopal church, an' have what they call dinner at six o'clock," said David.

"Now, there's the The'dore Verjooses," he continued; "the 'rig'nal Verjoos come an' settled here some time in the thirties, I reckon.