"
"Yes. What kind of writers are they?"
"They're historians too."
"Oh yes; I remember now. That's what Gibbon was.
Is it Gibbon or Gibbons?"
The young man decided the point with apparently
superfluous delicacy. "Gibbon, I think."
"There used to be so many of them," said Irene gaily.
"I used to get them mixed up with each other, and I
couldn't tell them from the poets. Should you want to
have poetry?"
"Yes; I suppose some edition of the English poets."
"We don't any of us like poetry. Do you like it?"
"I'm afraid I don't very much," Corey owned.
"But, of course, there was a time when Tennyson
was a great deal more to me than he is now."
"We had something about him at school too. I think I remember
the name. I think we ought to have ALL the American poets."
"Well, not all. Five or six of the best: you want Longfellow
and Bryant and Whittier and Holmes and Emerson and Lowell."
The girl listened attentively, as if making mental note
of the names.
"And Shakespeare," she added. "Don't you like Shakespeare's plays?"
"Oh yes, very much."
"I used to be perfectly crazy about his plays.
Don't you think 'Hamlet' is splendid? We had ever so much
about Shakespeare. Weren't you perfectly astonished
when you found out how many other plays of his there
were? I always thought there was nothing but 'Hamlet'
and 'Romeo and Juliet' and 'Macbeth' and 'Richard III.
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