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porch upstairs was just about finished. Alva did a good job, and with a couple of couches crossed out: and a few rugs and a big drawing table, it made a fine studio. By the middle of the summer there were lights in the windows and in the fan of the door; the brass knocker was polished and on misty nights when the fog rolled in from the bay, smoke rose from the chimney of the front parlor. Miss Butler had evidently moved in and had people staying with her, and Alva said his new room was all messed up with papers and books and paintboxes. I was not among the first ^of the Castine people who became a friend of Katharine's. We talked about that later and tried to remember why it was that we had not recognized one another at once. "I suppose I was a little afraid of you," she said, "because you were tall and strong and I was so small and reticent. I was afraid that you would hardly see such a small and inexperienced person as I was. Perhaps I was even a little jealous of you."