Suddenly his attention was arrested by a trim line of small buildings cosily ensconced behind a plantation of poplars and Manitoba maples.
"What are those structures ?" he enquired of his neighbour in careful book English, and with slightly foreign accent.
"What?
That bunch of buildings.

That is a Mennonite village," was the reply.
"Mennonite! Ah!" "Yes," replied his neighbour.

"Dutch, or Russian, or something." "Yes, Russian," answered the stranger quickly.

"That is Russian, surely," he continued, pointing eagerly to the trim and cosy group of buildings.
"These Mennonites, are they prosperous--ah--citizens--ah--settlers ?" "You bet! They make money where other folks would starve.

They know what they're doing.