“Why, it’s Dr. Menter,” he said, in a low tone, while in a louder voice he addressed the newcomer:
“Good-morning, sir. I hope you are well, and that it is not any bad news that you fetch to Break o’ Day?”
“In the name of goodness, are you living here?” demanded the physician, allowing his usual polite speech to be overcome by his surprise.
“Yes, sir.”
“I supposed you were stopping in the red house. The deacon owns that.”
“It wasn’t convenient, sir, at the time.”
“But these sod camps are not fit for a pig to live in, let alone human beings.”
“We hope to get into better houses some time, sir.”
Dr. Menter had discovered the notice posted by the selectmen, and when he had hastily run it over, he exclaimed:
“Have they gone as far as that? When was that put up?”