But one's native shore is the land one loves the best, and that's good old P.E.I.for me.

I can't believe I didn't always live here.

Those eleven years before I came seem like a bad dream.

It's seven years since I crossed on this boat--the evening Mrs.Spencer brought me over from Hopetown.

I can see myself, in that dreadful old wincey dress and faded sailor hat, exploring decks and cabins with enraptured curiosity.