GABE—"What are you going back to that place for this summer? Why, last year it was all mosquitoes and no fishing."
STEVE—"The owner tells me that he has crossed the mosquitoes with the fish, and guarantees a bite every second."
"I suppose," said the city man, "there are some queer characters around an old village like this."
"You'll find a good many," admitted the native, "when the hotels fill up."