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There was an element of shrewdness and self-analysis in Mrs. Folsom which saved her from being grotesque. She knew she was queer to Mrs. Bloom, but she did not resent it. She was still young in form and face, but her teeth were gone, and, like so many of her neighbors, she was too poor to replace them from the dentist’s. She wore a decent calico dress and a shawl and hat.

As she talked her eyes took in every article of furniture in the room, and every little piece of fancywork and bric-a-brac. In fact, she reproduced the pattern of one of the tidies within two days.

Folsom sat dumbly in his chair. Robert, who met him now as a neighbor for the first time, tried to talk with him, but failed, and turned himself gladly to Mrs. Folsom, who delighted him with her vigorous phrases.

"Oh, we’re a-movin’, though you wouldn’t think it. This town is filled with a lot of old skinflints. Close ain’t no name for ’em. Jest ask Folsom thar about ’em. He’s been buildin’ their houses for ’em. Still, I suppose they say the same thing o’ me," she added with a touch of humor which always saved her. She used a man’s phrases. " We’re always ready to tax some other feller, but we kick like mules when the tax falls on us," she went on. "My land! the fight we’ve had to git sidewalks in this town!"

"You should be mayor. "

"That’s what I tell Folsom. Takes a woman to clean things up. Well, I must run along. Thought I’d jest call in and see how you all was. Come down when ye kin. "

"Thank you, I will. "

After they had gone Robert turned with a smile: "Our first formal call. "

"Oh, dear, Robert, what can I do with such people?"

"Go see ’em. I like her. She’s shrewd. You’ll like her, too. "

"But what can I say to such people? Did you hear her say ‘we fellers’ to me?"

Robert laughed. "That’s nothing. She feels as much of a man, or ‘feller,’ as anyone. Why shouldn’t she?"

"But she’s so vulgar. "

"I admit she isn’t elegant, but I think she’s a good wife and mother. "

"I wonder if they’re all like that?"

"Now, Mate, we must try not to offend them. We must try to be one of them. "

But this was easier said than done. As he went down to the post office and stood waiting for his mail like the rest, he tried to enter into conversation witb them, but mainly they moved away from him. William McTurg nodded at him and said, "How de do?" and McLane asked how he liked his new place, and that was about all.

He couldn’t reach them. They suspected him. They had only the estimate of the men who had worked for him; and, while they were civil, they plainly didn’t need him in the slightest degree, except as a topic of conversation.

He did not improve as he had hoped to do. The spring was wet and cold, the most rainy and depressing the valley had seen in many years. Day after day the rain clouds sailed in over the northern hills and deluged the flat little town with water, till the frogs sang in every street, till the main street mired down every team that drove into it.

The corn rotted in the earth, but the grass grew tall and yellow-green, the trees glistened through the gray air, and the hills were like green jewels of incalculable worth, when the sun shone, at sweet infrequent intervals.

The cold and damp struck through into the alien’s heart. It seemed to prophesy his dark future. He sat at his desk and looked out into the gray rain with gloomy eyes–a prisoner when he had expected to be free.