“you’ll find that in every one of them somebody’s got a boarding house called Pardee’s, or something like that, where the people flock same’s they do here, for a good meal.”

“Yes, but what kind of people?”

“Same kind that comes here.” Sam Pardee had once taken his wife to see a performance of The Man From Home when that comedy was at the height of its popularity. A line from this play flashed into Mrs. Pardee’s mind now, and she paraphrased it deftly. “There are just as many kinds of people in Okoochee as there are in Zanzibar.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Well, it’s so. And I’m thankful we’ve got the comforts of home.”