"Let's see, what is it that the Harbor View House offers? 'Boating, Sea-bathing, Fishing, Tennis, and other Invigorating Sports,' if I remember rightly. We can provide all those things except the tennis, which presents difficulties; as for the 'other invigorating sports'"—he struck an attitude—"those are our specialty! A short pleasant sail from boat-landing and post-office! And the famous 'Prospect of Quimpaug Harbor (including the unequalled view of lobster-pots, et cetera) sinks to insignificance beside the outlook from the top of my tower."
"Jim's ridiculous," said his wife; "but really, why don't you?"
Joan looked across the hearth at these surprising people. The fire lit Elspeth's sea-blue woollen dress; it shone into her sea-blue eyes. Pemberley stood leaning across the back of his wife's chair. A rebellious lock of tawny hair hung over his forehead and he was smiling whimsically. The driftwood fire sputtered and chuckled contentedly, and through the half-open window came the sound of the long swell against the rocks.
"If I thought you really meant it!" Joan said. "Oh, I know that I could rest and rest
