Noone who has ever lived by the sea feels quite at home when fish comes out of a can. The first thing these exiles ask for on coming home is fish. When Hugh came in from the West the other day, Mrs. and Mrs. Appleyard did not even with until they got him out of the South Station, but rushed hi into the oyster bar and revived him with a dozen freshly opened raw oysters. It was pleasant to see the color flow back into the boy's pale cheeks and the sparkle return to his lustreless eyes.
Louise Andrews Kent, Mrs. Appleyard's Kitchen