And, "When in
the world----?" she asked, and turned back to the cover. It was the latest
issue of the magazine, and but a day or two old.
"Carolyn in print, at last!" she exclaimed. "Why, isn't this splendid!"
Then she returned to the text of the two sonnets and read the first of
them--part of it aloud.
"Well," she gasped; "this is ardent, this is outspoken!"
"That's the fashion among woman poets today," returned Cope, in a matter-
of-fact tone. "They've gone farther and farther, until they hardly realize
how far they _have_ gone. Don't let them disturb you."
Mrs. Phillips reread the closing lines of the first sonnet, and then ran
over the second. "Good heavens!" she exclaimed; "when _I_ was a
girl----!"
"Times change."
"I should say so." She looked from the magazine to Cope. "I wonder who 'the
only begetter' may be."
"Is that quite fair? So many writers think it unjust--and even obtuse and
offensive--if the thing is put on too personal a basis. It's all just an
imagined situation, manipulated artistically...."
Mrs. Phillips looked straight at him. "Bertram Cope, it's _you_!" She
spoke with elation.
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