"You must have heard of my brother, Marriott Nolan Tarbro, you know, who wrote 'The Marquis of Glenmore' and 'The Train Wreckers' ?" Mrs.Bell coughed apologetically behind her hand.
"I'm not very littery, Mrs.Smith," she said kindly, "but mebby Mrs.
Stein knows of him.

Mrs.Stein reads a lot." Mrs.Stein, whose sole reading was the Bible and such advertising booklets as came by mail, or as she could pick up on the counter of the drugstore, when she went to Kilo, moved uneasily.

For years she had had the reputation of being a great reader, and brought face to face with the sister of an author she feared her reputation was about to fall.
"What say his name was ?" she asked.
"Tarbro," said Mrs.Smith, as one would mention Shakespeare or Napoleon.
"Tarbro.

Marriott Nolan Tarbro." "Well," said Mrs.Stein slowly, turning her head on one side and looking at the spot on the ceiling from which the plaster had fallen, "I won't say I haven't.

And I won't say I have.