"Here on this side, when you can see the town on the other!" he exclaimed. "Haven't you had enough of the sea?"
She looked up and smiled.
"I was looking beyond the sea—as far as home," she said.
"Are you homesick?"
"No; only thinking of it."
"It's a good thing to think of," he said soberly.
"'East, west,
Hame's best.'
After last night, that sounds true, doesn't it?"
"It's always true—home and the old things," she said softly—"the things we've always known."