romance and adventure."

"I always wanted to be a pirate," he acknowledged gravely, "up to
fifteen. Then I thought I'd rather run a candy store."

"The ships of Sir Henry Morgan and the galleons of His Catholic
Majesty Philip of Spain sailed these waters. Over yonder"--she
waved a graceful hand to the north and east--"are the haunts where
the adventurers of old England used to lie in wait for their prey.
Ahead of us is the land that Pizarro soaked with blood. We're
coming into the oldest country on this side of the globe, Mr.
Anthony, where men lived in peace and plenty when most of Europe
was a wilderness. I suppose such things appeal more to a woman's
fancy than to a man's, but to me they're mightily alluring."

Kirk wagged his head admiringly, as he said:

"I wish I could make language behave like that," and Edith
Cortlandt laughed like a young girl.

"Oh, I'm not a perfervid poet," she disclaimed, "but everything
down here is so full of association I can't help feeling it."

"I'm beginning to notice it myself. Maybe it's the climate."

"Perhaps. Anyhow, it is all very vivid to me. Did you ever stop to
think how brave those men must have been who first went venturing
into unknown seas in their little wooden boats?"

"They were looking for a short cut to the East Indies, weren't