And the next day he came again to stay.
He had been there for nearly three weeks now, and he seemed to have every intention of remaining.

He was an artist, and the sketches he made were numerous and--like himself--full of decision.

He came and went among the fishermen's little thatched cottages, selecting here, refusing there, exactly according to fancy.
They had been inclined to resent his presence at first--it was certainly no charitable impulse that moved Adam to call him "the curly-topped chap"-- but now they were getting used to him.

For there was no gainsaying the fact that he had a way with him, at least so far as the women-folk of the community were concerned.
He could keep Mrs.Peck chuckling for an hour at a time in the evening, when the day's work was over.

And Columbine--Columbine had a trill of laughter in her voice whenever she spoke to him.