ply: "I rather think you have, Mrs. Harfield, but I've forgotten about it. Won't you tell it me again?" And then the old lady would start off full swing, with numerous details. And half of Katherine's mind would be listening, saying the right things mechanically when the old lady paused. . . .
Now, with that same curious feeling of duality to which she was accustomed, she listened to Mrs. Harrison.
At the end of half an hour, the latter recalled herself suddenly.
"I've been talking about myself all this time," she exclaimed. "And I came here to talk about you and your plans."
"I don't know that I've got any yet."
"My dearyou're not going to stay on here."
Katherine smiled at the horror in the other's tone.
"No; I think I want to travel. I've never seen much of the world, you know."
"I should think not. It must have been an awful life for you cooped up here all these years."
"I don’t know," said Katherine. "It gave me a lot of freedom."
She caught the other's gasp, and reddened a little.
"It must sound foolishsaying that. Of course, I hadn't much freedom in the downright physical sense"
"I should think not," breathed Mrs. Harrison, remembering that Katherine had seldom had that useful thing as a "day off."
"But, in a way, being tied physically gives you lots
