When Kate returns, her brother’s voice greets her from the parlor with—
“Sukie, heard of the last new poem?”
“No. What is it?”
“Oh, it’s an epic!—a grand affair—second only to the Iliad!”
“Strange I haven’t heard of it, isn’t it?”
“No, not so very; it hasn’t come out yet.”
“How did you hear of it? Some one been in while I was gone?”
“Yes.”
“Do tell me, what is it about, and who is it by?”
“It’s about a child, I believe—but modesty forbids my mentioning the name of the author.”