"I bet you never saw this drive before, now did
you?" he asked with boyish enthusiasm.

"No--it's wonderful."

"Some view--eh?"

"Entrancing!"

"You know when I make my pile, I'd like a palace of
white marble perched on this cliff with the windows
on the south looking out over Sandy Hook, and the
windows on the west looking over that fort on the top
of Staten Island with its black eyes gazing over the
sea. How would you like that?"

She turned away to mask the smile she couldn't
repress.

"That would be splendid, wouldn't it?"

"I like the water, don't you?"

"I love it."

"Water and hills both right together! I reckon my
father must 'a' been a sea-captain and my mother from
the mountains----"