Alma walked with her eyes on the ground, trailing her sunshade.
'I didn't think she had much taste for travel.

But you know her so much better than I do.' 'She is enjoying herself,' said Alma.
'No need for _you_ to go so far.

Down yonder'-- he nodded southward--'I was thinking, the other day, of the different kinds of pleasure one gets from scenery in different parts of the world.

I have seen the tropics; they left me very much where I was, intellectually.

It's the human associations of natural beauty that count.