More 'special I wished some of the folks from home had been there, for the whole business was supposed to happen on the Cape, and they'd have realized how ignorant we are about the place we live in.

The hero was a strappin' six-footer, sort of a combination fisherman and parson, seemed so.

He wore ileskins in fair weather and went around preachin' or defyin' folks that provoked him and makin' love to the daughter of a long-haired old relic that called himself an inventor....

Oh, consarn it!" "What's the matter ?" "Dropped my collar button, as usual.

Collar buttons are one of the Old Harry's pet traps.