"Give me my catboat and fishing line.

I'd rather sail down the home creek, with a northeast gale in my teeth, than walk down Piccadilly in patent boots." She sighed.
"I am afraid," she admitted, "that as a town acquaintance you are hopeless." "I am afraid so," he answered, looking steadily seawards.

"We country people have strong prejudices, you see.

It seems to us that all the sin and all the unhappiness and all the decadence and all the things that mar the beauty of the world, come from the cities and from life in the cities.

No wonder that we want to keep away.