“Say, Aldrich, are you the man who writes books?”
“Yes,” Mr. Aldrich said. “I am glad you don’t know, for I am sure you liked me for myself.”
THOMAS B. ALDRICH’S STUDY.
ALEC YEATON’S SON.[¹]
GLOUCESTER, AUGUST, 1720.
HE wind it wailed, the wind it moaned,
And the white caps flecked the sea;