"Ansy," said the captain, "this is a beautiful and romantic country; but do you not grow tired of living here all the time?"
"If we don't know any other life we do not grow tired of this one," she replied.
"You are a little philosopher," the captain exclaimed.
"I don't know what that is, Captain, but if you want me to be one I will try to be."
The captain smiled and regarded her with a look of affection.
"The great cities would delight you for a time, Ansy, and then you could come back here with a heightened appreciation of the sublime surroundings of your own home."
"The sun has blown out his candle," she said, pointing. "It is time for us to go."