sure you must be tired of hearing how much we all enjoyed your poems! I wonder if you ever happened to meet my nephew—he's a poet, too—Edgar Temple Anderson—well, it's a little volume called Heart's Home, and then he won the Southwestern Poetry Society's second prize with a poem called 'Mary Magdalene, on Broadway'"
"I just can't tell you
"Your poems were delightful, Miss Caine."
"I enjoyed your reading particularly, Miss Caine, being a writer myself"
Poor dears, thought Christabel, hearing her voice answer their adulation graciously, gently. After all, how human to try to shine, even if it's only by reflected light. Amusing, and pitiful, and yet rather beautiful. It was like something Austin Weeks had said, that had struck her as so true, "Life is the laughter of a broken-hearted clown."
She wrote in her Secret Journal:
"No one will ever know how hard these readings are. They leave me utterly spent, and
