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"That’s the trouble–he thinks he’s an upper crust," said Jim Cullen, the drayman.

At the end of ten days they were settled, and nothing remained to do but plan a little garden and get well. The boys, with their unspoiled natures, were able to melt into the ranks of the village-boy life at once, with no more friction than was indicated by a couple of rough-and-tumble fights. They were sturdy fellows, like their mother, and these fights gave them high rank.

Robert got along in a dull, smooth way with his neighbors. He was too formal with them. He met them only at the meat shop and the post office. They nodded genially and said, "Got settled yet?" And he replied, "Quite comfortable, thank you. " They felt his coldness. Conversation halted when he came near and made him feel that he was the subject of their talk. As a matter of fact, he generally was. He was a source of great speculation with them. Some of them had gone so far as to bet he wouldn’t live a year. They all seemed grotesque to him, so work-scarred and bent and hairy. Even the men whose names he had known from childhood were queer to him. They seemed shy and distant, too, not like his ideas of them.

To Mate they were almost caricatures. "What makes them look so-so ‘way behind the times, Robert?"

"Well, I suppose they are," said Robert. "Life in these coulees goes on rather slower than in Chicago. Then there are a great many Welsh and Germans and Norwegians living
way up the coulees, and they’re the ones you notice. They’re not all so. " He could be generous toward them in general; it was in special cases where he failed to know them.

They had been there nearly two weeks without meeting any of them socially, and Robert was beginning to change his opinion about them. "They let us severely alone," he was saying one night to his wife.

"It’s very odd. I wonder what I’d better do, Robert. I don’t know the etiquette of these small towns. I never lived in one before, you know. Whether I ought to call first–and, good gracious, who’ll I call on? I’m in the dark. "

"So am I, to tell the truth. I haven’t lived in one of these small towns since I was a lad. I have a faint recollection that introductions were absolutely necessary. They have an etiquette which is as binding as that of McAilister’s Four Hundred, but what it is I don’t know. "

"Well, we’ll wait. "

"The boys are perfectly at home," said Robert with a little emphasis on boys, which was the first indication of his disappointment. The people he had failed to reach.

There came a knock on the door that startled them both. "Come in," said Robert in a nervous shout.

"Land sakes! did I scare ye? Seem so, way ye yelled," said a high-keyed nasal voice, and a tall woman came in, followed by an equally stalwart man.

"How d’e do, Mrs. Folsom? My wife, Mr. Folsom. "

Folsom’s voice was lost in the bustle of getting settled, but Mrs. Folsom’s voice rose above the clamor. "I was tellin’ him it was about time we got neighborly. I never let anybody come to town a week without callin’ on ’em. It does a body a heap o’ good to see a face outside the family once in a while, specially in a new place. How do you like up here on the hill?"

"Very much. The view is so fine. "

"Yes, I s’pose it is. Still, it ain’t my notion. I don’t like to climb hills well enough. Still, I’ve heard of people buildin’ just for the view. It’s all in taste, as the old woman said that kissed the cow. "