CONTENTS
| The Right Promethean Fire | [1] |
| A Little Feminine Casabianca | [29] |
| Hare-And-Tortoise or the Bliss of Ignorance | [49] |
| “I Sing of Honor and the Faithful Heart” | [81] |
| The Play’s the Thing | [113] |
| The Shadow of a Tragedy | [135] |
| All the Winds of Doctrine | [165] |
| The Confines of Consistency | [193] |
| A Ballad in Print o’ Life | [225] |
| Venus or Minerva? | [247] |
THE RIGHT PROMETHEAN FIRE
Emmy Lou, laboriously copying digits, looked up. The boy sitting in line in the next row of desks was making signs to her.
She had noticed the little boy before. He was a square little boy, with a sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of the nose and a cheerful breadth of nostril. His teeth were wide apart, and his smile was broad and constant. Not that Emmy Lou could have told all this. She only knew that to her the knowledge of the little boy concerning the things peculiar to the Primer World seemed limitless.