‘He died in the passage?’ I asked. ‘He died on his travels,’ my aunt said in a tone of reproof. ‘As he would have wished.’ ‘“Here he lies where he longed to be,”’ I quoted in order to please my aunt, though I couldn’t help remembering that Uncle Jo had not succeeded in reaching the lavatory door. ‘Home is the hunter, home from the sea,’ my aunt finished the quotation in her own fashion, ‘And the sailor home from the hill.’
