The waters became a throbbing expanse of colour, and the woods on the Point, at the entrance to The Jug, sank into purple.
"'Tis a bit of the light of heaven that the Lord lets out of evenin's for us to see," said Jamie, and perhaps Jamie was right.
"You must be rare hungry, now," observed Thomas, as they entered the cabin.

"Margaret were just puttin' supper on when Jamie sights you turnin' the P'int.

'Twill be ready in a jiffy." "What have you got for us, Margaret ?" asked Doctor Joe.

"I believe I am hungry for the good things you cook." "Fried trout, sir," said Margaret.
"Fried trout!" Doctor Joe rolled his eyes in mock ecstasy.

"It couldn't have been better!" "You always says that, whatever," laughed Margaret.