“I mean that I may decide to move my own house.”
“Move your OWN house? Where to, for mercy sakes?”
“To that lot on Main Street that belongs to Abner Payne. Abner has wanted to buy my lot here on the Shore Road for a long time. He knows it'll make a fine site for some rich bigbug's summer 'cottage.' He would have bought the house, too, but I think too much of that to sell it. Now Abner's come back with another offer. He'll swap my lot for the Main Street one, pay my movin' expenses and a fair 'boot' besides. He don't really care for my HOUSE, you understand; it's my LAND he's after.”
“Are you goin' to take it up?”
“I don't know. The Main Street lot's a good one, and my house'll look good on it. And I'll make money by the deal.”
“Yes, but you've always swore by that saltwater view of yours. Told me yourself you never wanted to live anywheres else.”
Captain Sol took the cigar from his lips, looked at it, then threw it violently into the gutter.
“What difference does it make where I live?” he snarled. “Who in blazes cares where I live or whether I live at all?”
“Sol Berry, what on airth—”
“Shut up! Let me alone, Sim! I ain't fit company for anybody just now. Clear out, there's a good feller.”