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away and golf clubs and tennis racquets were dusted off and placed ready for use in the hall closet. The cool Maine summer was already well under way. The summer cottages had been opened and cleaned. The boats scraped, repainted and put in the water; lilacs bloomed in the dooryards and shadblow by the roadside. From the reef below the light house the bell buoy rolled and wallowed in the rushing tides, clanging its warnings to the occasional freighter making for Bangor or the yacht cruising the Bay, and striking the nostalgic hearts of the Castine summer colony with memories of younger past summers.

In those days the summer colony was small and being established. Most people owned their houses and since many were ministers or university professors of limited means who had work to do in the holidays, social customs had remained simple. It was said that old Mrs. Ames used to have Robert hitch up Brownie to the cart which in her black dress