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Fair Exchange And No Robbery
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Katherine Rangely was packing up. Her chum and roommate, Edith Wilmer, was sitting on the bed watching her in that calm disinterested fashion peculiarly maddening to a bewildered packer.

“It does seem too provoking,” said Katherine, as she tugged at an obstinate shawl strap, “that Ned should be transferred here now, just when I’m going away. The powers that be might have waited until vacation was over. Ned won’t know a soul here and he’ll be horribly lonesome.”

“I’ll do my best to befriend him, with your permission,” said Edith consolingly.

“Oh, I know. You’re a special Providence, Ede. Ned will be up tonight first thing, of course, and I’ll introduce him. Try to keep the poor fellow amused until I get back. Two months! Just fancy! And Aunt Elizabeth won’t abate one jot or tittle of the time I promised to stay with her. Harbour Hill is so frightfully dull, too.”

Then the talk drifted around to Edith’s affairs. She was engaged to a certain Sidney Keith, who was a professor in some college.

“I don’t expect to see much of Sidney this summer,” said Edith. “He’s writing another book. He is so terribly addicted to literature.”

“How lovely,” sighed Katherine, who had aspirations in that line herself. “If only Ned were like him I should be perfectly happy. But Ned is so prosaic. He doesn’t care a rap for poetry, and he laughs when I enthuse. It makes him quite furious when I talk of taking up writing seriously. He says women writers are an abomination on the face of the earth. Did you ever hear anything so ridiculous?”

“He is very handsome, though,” said Edith, with a glance at his photograph on Katherine’s dressing table. “And that is what Sid is not. He is rather distinguished looking, but as plain as he can possibly be.”

Edith sighed. She had a weakness for handsome men and thought it rather hard that fate should have allotted her so plain a lover.

“He has lovely eyes,” said Katherine comfortingly, “and handsome men are always vain. Even Ned is. I have to snub him regularly. But I think you’ll like him.”

Edith thought so too when Ned Ellison appeared that night. He was a handsome off-handed young fellow, who seemed to admire Katherine immensely, and be a little afraid of her into the bargain.

“Edith will try to make Riverton pleasant for you while I am away,” she told him in their good-bye chat. “She is a dear girl–you’ll like her, I know. It’s really too bad I have to go away now, but it can’t be helped.”

“I shall be awfully lonesome,” grumbled Ned. “Don’t you forget to write regularly, Kitty.”

“Of course I’ll write, but for pity’s sake, Ned, don’t call me Kitty. It sounds so childish. Well, bye-bye, dear boy. I’ll be back in two months and then we’ll have a lovely time.”

* * * * *

When Katherine had been at Harbour Hill for a week she wondered how upon earth she was going to put in the remaining seven. Harbour Hill was noted for its beauty, but not every woman can live by scenery alone.

“Aunt Elizabeth,” said Katherine one day, “does anybody ever die in Harbour Hill? Because it doesn’t seem to me it would be any change for them if they did.”

Aunt Elizabeth’s only reply to this was a shocked look.

To pass the time Katherine took to collecting seaweeds, and this involved long tramps along the shore. On one of these occasions she met with an adventure. The place was a remote spot far up the shore. Katherine had taken off her shoes and stockings, tucked up her skirt, rolled her sleeves high above her dimpled elbows, and was deep in the absorbing process of fishing up seaweeds off a craggy headland. She looked anything but dignified while so employed, but under the circumstances dignity did not matter.