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down to the Basque County to spend the Spring in the Pyrenees, while Katharine went to the Haute Savoie with people whom I did not know. We saw little of each other until several years later. ""Something happened in the Haute Savoie which was so terrible that I can never tell you about it, I can only try to shut it out of my life."

And then finally I heard that Katharine had married somebody by the name of Daniel Hathaway and gone to live in Blue Hill. The white clapboard house overlooking the mouth of the Bagaduce had been sold to friends from Salem who were newcomers to Castine.

The Blue Hill house was of mellow red brick and looked over the upper end of Blue Hill Bay. The high cedar hedge was trimmed, the lawn was mowed and the house seemed burnished and sunny. "Dan does it all", Katharine said. "He does everything. I seem to be too tired to do anything at all except to write. But Dan doesn't mind. When we have luncheon you'll see what a good cook he is - he makes the loveliest muffins."