But--war-time you know,--I'm afraid I shan't be justified in keeping on the orchestra, certainly not in adding to it.

Besides, of course, although women are simply too splendid nowadays, don't you think the big drum--just a wee bit unwomanly, my dear.

However----" "Are you clever ?" asked Richard.
"Yes, she is," said the witch proudly.

"She writes Minor Poetry.

I saw a bit by her in a magazine that had no pictures,--the bit of poetry was between an article on Tariff Reform and a statement of the Coal Situation, and it began 'Oh my beloved....' I thought it was a very beautiful bit of Minor Poetry, but somehow I couldn't make it fit in with the two articles.