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 does n'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 . Presently she heard a shout from the shore and , turning around in dismay , she beheld a man on the rocks behind her . He was evidently shouting at her . What on earth could the creature want ? `` Come in , '' he called , gesticulating wildly . `` You 'll be in the bottomless pit in another moment if you do n't look out . '' `` He certainly must be a lunatic , '' said Katherine to herself , `` or else he 's drunk . What am I to do ? '' `` Come in , I tell you , '' insisted the stranger .
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