She could never bring herself to destroy harmless creatures, and was a rank coward over firearms.

Talk of the simple life! Why, it was only since they had got Fo Wung that there had been any vegetables.

And the climate--though the short winter had been pleasant enough as a whole--was abominable.

The long summer heat, the flies and the mosquitoes! What had she not suffered the first summer after her marriage! And now the hot weather was coming again.

That was not the root of the trouble, however--Bridget was honest enough to confess it.