"I should have thought that any one who had lived here always would have loved it.

Every day I am here I seem to discover new beauties, a new effect of colouring, a new undertone of the sea, or to hear the cry of some new bird." "It is beautiful sometimes," the girl answered.

"I love it when the creeks are full, and the April sun is shining, and the spring seems to draw all manner of living things and colours from the marsh and the pasturage lands.

I love it when the sea changes its colour as the clouds pass over the sun, and the wind blows from the west.

The place is well enough then.