Robin Hood's Barn 



Griselda, patient and submissive. Look at the 

 books she wrote to provide her husband with a 

 text. 



Now when we compare ourselves to Joseph 

 Pennell and Louise Closser Hale, we feel that we 

 are better tempered publicly. My brother can- 

 not growl and I can never snap. One of us is 

 mellow and the other mild, though I prefer not 

 to say which. But let us take our pens in hand 

 and they inevitably turn upon each other. We 

 fence, cross-hatch with spluttering jibe. Prick 

 follows prick. 



"You see," my brother was now thinking how 

 he would have liked to write my article on Poe 

 and Mrs. Whitman. How differently it would 

 have read! "I don't know the meanings of the 

 words you use. Decorum,, I don't see where that 

 comes in." 



Yet it was that word I knew that had fought 

 and stifled passion, single-handed^ Alone, it had 

 held bound Poe's "Helen of a thousand dreams." 



"And there's another." This time my brother's 

 manner was reminiscent of the nursery. You 

 might think that I had taken some unfair ad- 



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