That's worth looking at." He pointed, as he spoke, to a blue line of hills away to the east bathed in the brilliant sunshine, while the water between them and the shore seemed to be as blue, but of another shade.
"Spain!" said Mark.

"How lovely!" "Portugal, my lad.

Yes, it's pretty enough, but I've often seen bits of the Welsh coast look far more lovely.

Don't you run away with the idea that you are going to see more beautiful countries than your own." "Oh, but, Mr Morgan, Spain, and Italy, and Egypt, and Ceylon, and Singapore, they are all more beautiful than England." "They're different, my lad," said Morgan, laughing, "and they look new to you and fresh; but when the weather's fine, take my word for it there's no place like home." "Oh, but I thought--" "You were going to see Arabian Night's wonders, eh?
Well, you will not, my lad.

Of course there are parts of foreign countries that are glorious.