Chapter 3 - (VERSO)
in through the maples before the front door.
They were talking of their favorite poets. Janet, it appeared, adored Byron and Scott. Sylvia leaned to Tennyson and Browning.
“Do you know; said Sylvia softly, “my father was a poet? He published a little volume of verse once; and, Janet, I’ve never seen a copy of it, and oh, how I would love to! It was published when he was at college – just a small, private edition to give his friends.
That was nearly thirty years ago. He never published any more – poor father! I think life disappointed him. But I have such a longing to see that
From "Old Lady Lloyd."