“He is a poet now, Susan.”
“Well, you take it real calm, Mrs. Dr. dear. I suppose it is the best way, when a person has the strength. I had an uncle who began by being a poet and ended up by being a tramp. Our family were dreadfully ashamed of him.”
“You don’t seem to think very highly of poets, Susan,” said Anne, laughing.
“Who does, Mrs. Dr. dear?” asked Susan in genuine astonishment.
“What about Milton and Shakespeare? And the poets of the Bible?”