He brought photographs, and Alma went into raptures over the lovely little bay, with its grassy cliffs, its rivulet, its smooth sand, and the dark-peaked mountains sweeping nobly to a sheer buttress above the waves.

'There must be a house! There _shall_ be a house!' Of course, said Harvey, one could build, and cheaply enough; but that meant a long delay.

Regarding the date of the marriage nothing was as yet decided, but Harvey had made up his mind to be 'at home' for Christmas.

When he ventured to hint at this, Alma evaded the question.
A correspondent would inform him if any house became tenantless.

'I shall bribe someone to quit!' he cried.