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,1 SPINSTER'S ISLAND
c By Harold Carter.
"X am only able to send you a
''few lines this time -because the
weekly steamer is at the HFtle
jdock here add is just getting
Jready to return to Portland. I
arrived here yesterday to join the
"I Ate the Supplies."
other girls, and what do you
.think? Nobody was here but my
self. So I am actually marooned
upon this tiny island, where we
.had such a merry party last year.
.A letter from Agatha has just fol
Jowed me here and I learn that
the island has been bought by a
man, and the club will have to
find another camping ground.
..The creature wrote to all the rest
pi the clup-JndiyiduaUy, but left
me out. Apparently I am too in
significant a member to be no
ticed. The man is Richard Bar
rett, about whom I wrote you
last year. He was very rude to
me when I told him' that our club
did not allow men on the island,
and he has apparently taken his
revenge by buying it over our
heads. However, I am alone and
anticipate a happy week's sketch
ing. I have a lot of provisions
waiting on the dock as I write.
, "Ever yours,
"Dearest Julia: H
"Dreadful things have been
happening here since I last wrote
to you. That Richard Barrett
came over from the coast in his
motor boat the day after the
steamer left. He seemed anxious
to be affable, but I soon put him
in his place. Thereupon he told
me that he had bought the island
and that I was trespassing upon
his property. I only looked at
him scornfully, and lje shrivelled
up. Presently he so far recover
ed himself as to tell me that he
had not written to me because he
wanted me to be his guest here.
I gave him a piece of my mind
and I think he has gone for good.
At least, I heard his boat chug
ging back the next morning, and
as far as I could see from a safe
distance his camp on the'opposite
side of the island is, empty.
"My dear Julia :
"J don't know if you will even