noon
The side-street climbed about twenty rods the other way into what was evidently the Main Street of Crofield . There was a tavern on one corner , and across the street from that there was a drug store and in it was the post-office . On the two opposite corners were shops , and all along Main Street were all sorts of business establishments , sandwiched in among the dwellings . It was not yet noon , but Crofield had a sleepy look , as if all its work for the whole week were done . Even the horses of the farmers ' teams , hitched in front of the stores , looked sleepy . Jack Ogden took his longest look , this time , at a neat , white-painted frame-house across the way . `` Seems to me there is n't nearly so much room in it as there used to be , '' he said to himself .