Then habitations began to sparkle along the shore.

Red roofs, cardboard-looking churches, little white wooden houses, and stiffish trees mixed everywhere.

And the pine odour on the breeze was sweeter and sweeter with every breath one drew.
Suddenly I found Alister's arm round my shoulder.
"Isn't it glorious ?" I exclaimed.
"Aye, aye," he said, and then, as if afraid he had not said enough, he added with an effort: "The toun's built almost entirely of wood, I'm told, with a population of close on 30,000 inhabitants." "What a fellow you are!" I groaned: "Alister, aren't you glad we're safe here?
Are you ever pleased about anything ?" He didn't speak, and I turned in his arm to look up at his face.

His eyes, which always remind me of the sea, were looking away over it, but he brought them back to meet mine, and pressed my shoulder.
"It is bonnie," he said, "verra bonnie.

But eh, man! if strange land shines like yon, hoo'll oor ain shores look whenever we win Home ?".