Well, good-by, Phinney.

I shall expect your bid to-morrow.

And, mind, don't try to get the best of me, because you can't do it." He turned and strutted back up the Boulevard.

Sim Phinney, pondering deeply and very grave, continued on his way, down Cross Street to Main--naming the village roads was another of the Williams' "improvements"-- and along that to the crossing, East Harniss's business and social center at train times.
The station--everyone called it "deepo," of course--was then a small red building, old and out of date, but scrupulously neat because of Captain Berry's rigid surveillance.

Close beside it was the "Boston Grocery, Dry Goods and General Store," Mr.Beriah Higgins, proprietor.