He is camping up the coast at a place called Friendly Bay--no hotels, no accommodation for ladies--he is evidently perfectly well and attending to business.

You know he came out here partly to get material for his book?
Well, that's what he's doing.

Must be, because there are only Indians up there." "Indians?
What do you mean--Indians?
Wild ones ?" "Fairly wild." Aunt Caroline snorted.

She is one of the few ladies left who possess this Victorian, accomplishment.

"And you advise my leaving my sister's child in his present precarious state of mind alone among fairly wild Indians ?" "Well--er--that's just it, you see.