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Surely, but very, very slowly, the little Berry house moved on its rollers up the Hill Boulevard. Right at its heels -- if a house may be said to have heels -- came the "pure Colonial," under the guidance of the foreman with "progressive methods. " Groups of idlers, male and female, stood about and commented. Simeon Phinney smilingly replied to their questions. Captain Sol himself seemed little interested. He spent most of his daylight time at the depot, only going to the Higginses' house for his meals. At night, after the station was closed, he sought his own dwelling, climbed over the joist and rollers, entered, retired to his room, and went to bed.
Each day also he grew more taciturn. Even with Simeon, his particular friend, he talked little.