Sam paints the branches wiggling down in the water, and I do leaky boats.

When I get the picture home, I put Jane Hoggson fishin' in the stern." Masie rolled her eyes.
"And you don't take her with you ?" "No." "Why ?" "'Cause she don't 'belong.' Great difference whether you belong or not.
Jane Hoggson couldn't 'belong' if she was to be born all over again." O'Day now joined in.

He had been watching Masie, noting the lights and shadows which swept over her face as the old painter chattered away.
He always welcomed any plan for giving her pleasure, and was blessing Ganger in his heart for providing the diversion.
"And where is all this to take place, Mr.Ganger ?" Felix asked at last.
"Up on the Bronx.

A place you know nothing of and wouldn't believe a word about if I should tell you--not 'til you see it yourself.

It's as full of birds and butterflies as England along the Thames, or one of those ducky little streams out of Paris.