The House 'Round the Corner

NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1919, by EDWARD J. CLODE
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
The train had panted twelve miles up a sinuous valley, halting at three tiny stations on the way; it dwelt so long at the fourth that the occupant of a first-class carriage raised his eyes from the book he was reading. He found the platform packed with country folk, all heading in the same direction. Hitherto, this heedless traveller had been aware of some station-master or porter bawling an unintelligible name; now, his fellow-passengers seemed to know what place this was without being told; moreover, they seemed to be alighting there.
A porter, whose face, hands, and clothing were of one harmonious tint, suggesting that he had been dipped bodily in some brownish dye, and then left to dry in the sun, opened the door.
Aren't you gettin' out, sir? he inquired, and his tone implied both surprise and pain.
Is this Nuttonby? said the passenger.
Yes, sir.
Why this crush of traffic?
It's market day, sir.
Thanks. I didn't expect to see such a crowd. Have you a parcels office, where I can leave some baggage?
Yes, sir.