The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-22

1 rita, came out and began in leis- urely fashion to set the table. "Only tree for lonch today" she said companionably, with a flash of white teeth in a dark face, to Katharine who was sketching the | angle of the creamy adobe wall with splash of tree-shadow sharply etched against it.
 "Only three?" Katharine looked up with an answering smile. "Then Mir. Delafield has gone into Santa Fe as he planned ?"
 
 Margarita nodded, skipping down the thin silver knives and forks and moving the amethyst tumblers into place. The little fountain splashed merrily in the silence and overhead great bird wheeled and curvetted in the blue are of the sky. Katharine put down her pencil and yawned deep. ly. This was living--really living. Work that you liked and good food and sleep when your body ached with weariness. It was an oasis in the world, Sllencia. If she could keep her black thoughts at bay in- definitely she might make little n gic of 1t forever.
 Margarita chopped over the flags C the courtyard on her cheap noisy heels, and the girl was left alone again. Presently Miss Dali sy Ingram, the younger of the Bos- ton sisters, would come out with her book and her lorgnette. Evelyn Vincent who had been playing the old-fashioned grand piano would wander out, and Margarita would take Q tray up to Miss Roxana In- gram who had a headache. Over all would be silence and ineffable peace.
 Katharine's sketch was coming out right. Her work was really improving. One of these days she would have a letter from Violet, saying the tangle at home was strengthened out /. but she mustn't think of of that now
 "How about going over to tho Millards for tea today?" Miss Vin- cent wanted to know, strolling out into the patio. Her dark gray hair was carefully waved. She looked as definitely urban in this uncon- ventinal setting as top hat In strawberry patch.
 q don't know" Katharine yawned. 1T had a book to read and thought I'd nap, And then ought to write a note to my father"
 Evelyn Vincent smiled. This place ie getting you. You won't want to stir away from It," she prophesied. After I get back to New York I always have the deuce of a time getting into harness again"
 Katharine thought, but I'm not going back ."
 This is Friday" Miss Vincent unused. "Funny--you even lose track of the days here. Well, why don't you come along? Dirk Mill lard is one of sthe finest mural painters 1 know. You ought to know him. He says there's class you should join"
 They sat down, still talking in dilatory fashion, and Miss Daisy appeared, fluttering and refined as ever, with her bright, intelligent blue eyes sparkling under fan of stiff white hair and her dotted swiss crisp and unfashionable. The talk went on over an omelet and salad over bloomy purple figs in bowl lined with that heavenly shade of turquoise glaze. Kathar- inc joined in the conversation dreamily. Very we'll then, she would so to the Millards for tea. She drove the coupe more capably than Miss Vincent anyhow. She didn't mind going. It was just that this sun and ease got into your blood somehow. You hated to make single extra effort.
 Later Katharine had just glance at the book, but it seemed stale and dull to her. The people were all busy saying clever things. There was fox-hunting country background and she tired of 1t quickly. Nobody, she thought rec belliousiy as she shut the covers,
 ote of any real things nowa- days. They were all busy making epigrams or shocking you or something.
 She resolutely turned down the blue cover on her narrow, dark oak bed in the cool, cell-like room, and lay down to nap. She would