She would often sit and swing on a low-bending grape-vine, that hung
between two lofty trees, sometimes singing, and sometimes listening to
the insects that hummed around her, and all the while as happy a Kate as
any Kate in the world.

It was here, on the grape-vine swing, that Harry found her, the day
after his little affair with George Purvis.

"Why, Harry!" she cried, "I thought you were having a meeting.

"There's nothing to meet about," said Harry, seating himself on a big
moss-covered root near Kate's swing.

"There will be when the telegraph things come," said Kate.

"Oh, yes, there'll be enough to do then, but it seems as if they were
never coming. And I've been thinking about something, Kate. It strikes
me that, perhaps, it would be better for you to hold only one office."

"Why? Don't I do well enough?" asked Kate, quickly, stopping herself
very suddenly in her swinging.

"Oh, yes! you do better than any one else could. But, you see, the other
fellows--I mean the Board--may think that some of them ought to have
an office. I'd give them one of mine, but none of them would do for
Engineer. They don't know enough about the business."

"Which office would you give up, if you were me?" asked Kate.

"Oh, I'd give up the Secretaryship, of course," said Harry. "Nobody but