That's worldly wisdom." "Were you ill when you left your home ?" inquired Mrs.Montrose, looking at the young man with motherly sympathy.
"Not when I left the island," he said.

"I was pretty well up to that time.

But during the long ocean voyage I was terribly sick, and by the time we got to San Francisco my stomach was a wreck.

Then I tried to eat the rich food at your restaurants and hotels--we live very plainly in Sangoa, you know--and by the time I got to New York I was a confirmed dyspeptic and suffering tortures.

Everything I ate disagreed with me.