Then he stopped and turned to me.
"You own all this land, don't you ?" he asked.
"Yes." "Humph! Get a good view from here." I admitted that the view was good.

At that particular point it embraced nearly the whole of the bay in front, and a large portion of the village at the side.
He waved his hand toward the cluster of houses.
"There are eighteen hundred people in this town, they tell me," he said.
"Permanent residents, I mean.

What do they all do ?" "Do ?" "Yes.

How do they get a living?
They must get it somehow.

In the regular summer resorts they squeeze it out of the city people, I know that.