J. J. Thank you, sir.
(Exit, L.)
Printer’s Devil (entering, R.). More copy, sir.
Ed. Here it is (handing him a paper).
(Exit P. D.)
(A knock is heard at the door, L.)
Ed. Come in.
(Enter young lady, L.)
Young Lady. Please, sir, I am Araminta Ellis, the authoress of “Lines on a Faded Buttercup.”
Ed. I am delighted to see you, Miss Ellis. Did the—the poem you speak of appear in the “Post”?