There was something curiously impressive in that sudden sweep up from the sea-line; the strange, miniature mountain standing in the middle of the marshes, with its tree-crowned background; and the long, weather-beaten front of the house turned bravely to the sea.
"I never saw anything like it," he declared.

"Why, it's barely a quarter of a mile from the sea, isn't it ?" "A little more than that.

It is a strangely situated abode, isn't it ?" "Wonderful!" he agreed, with emphasis.

"I must study the geological formation of that hill," he continued, with interest.

"Why, it looks almost like an island now." "That is because of the floods," she told him.