When she came back Ethan was in bed.
"What relation was Shelley to me?" he asked, welcoming the camphor-bottle to his arms.
"Relation? None."
"Oh-h!"
These things were obscure. The Tallmadges, for instance, weren't related to Grandmamma Gano, so she had said with emphasis.
"Then what relation was Shelley to you?"
"No relation at all, dear. He was an English poet."
"You mean he wasn't even born in America?"
Ethan sat up straight in his bed.
"He was born far away in England," said Aunt Valeria, dreamily.