Every day Anne loved the simple-souled, true-hearted old sailor more and more.

He was as refreshing as a sea breeze, as interesting as some ancient chronicle.

She was never tired of listening to his stories, and his quaint remarks and comments were a continual delight to her.

Captain Jim was one of those rare and interesting people who "never speak but they say something." The milk of human kindness and the wisdom of the serpent were mingled in his composition in delightful proportions.
Nothing ever seemed to put Captain Jim out or depress him in any way.
"I've kind of contracted a habit of enj'ying things," he remarked once, when Anne had commented on his invariable cheerfulness.

"It's got so chronic that I believe I even enj'y the disagreeable things.