"Well, he says; never better."
"And happy?"
"I wish I was as happy!" said Mr. Morrison.—"He had got fast hold of his work already."
"He would do that immediately."
"He studied the language on shipboard, all the way out; and he was able to hold a service in it for the natives only a few weeks after he had landed. Don't you call that energy?"
"There is energy wherever he is," said Mrs. Caxton.
"Yes, you know him pretty well. I suppose they never have it so cold out there as we have it to-night," Mr. Morrison said rubbing his hands. "It's stinging! That fire is the pleasantest thing I have seen to-day."
"Where is Mr. Rhys stationed?"
"I forget—one of the islands down there, with an unintelligible name.
Horrid places!"
"Is the place itself disagreeable?" Eleanor asked.