"The river suggests dangerous comparisons.

I want to find little corners of the town such as no one ever thought of painting--" "Unless it was Norbert Franks," said Will genially, leaning on his stick with both hands, and looking over her head.
"Yes, I had almost forgotten," she answered with a thoughtful smile.
"In those days he did some very good things." ".Some remarkably good things.

Of course you know the story of how he and I first met ?" "Oh, yes.

Early morning--a quiet little street--I remember.

Where was that ?" "Over yonder." Will nodded southward.