“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;