No neighbors, you said ?" "Nary one." "I noticed a bungalow just across the brook here.

It seems to be shut up.

Who owns it ?" "Bunga--which?
Oh, that cottage over on t'other side the crick?
That b'longs to a couple of paintin' fellers from up Boston way.

Not house painters, you understand, but fellers that put in their time paintin' pictures of the water and the beach and the like of that.

Seems a pretty silly job for grown-up men, but they're real pleasant and folksy.