"So you think it's lovely, eh ?" "Yes, sir." Then, pointing, she asked: "Is that your house ?" The Captain grinned.

"Well, no, not exactly," he said.

"That's the town hall.

Nobody lives there but the selectmen and they ain't permanent boarders--that is, I have hopes some of 'em 'll move after town-meetin' day.

Our house is over yonder, down nigh the shore." The old horse pricked up his ears at sight of home and the buggy moved faster.