At night, after the station was closed, he sought his own dwelling, climbed over the joist and rollers, entered, retired to his room, and went to bed.
Each day also he grew more taciturn.

Even with Simeon, his particular friend, he talked little.
"What IS the matter with you, Sol ?" asked Mr.Phinney.

"You're as glum as a tongue-tied parrot.

Ain't you satisfied with the way I'm doin' your movin'?
The white horse can go back again if you say so." "I'm satisfied," grunted the depot master.

"Let you know when I've got any fault to find.