And then I thought _The Poor Lady_ might have been written by Mrs.Eudora Peasely because she is always so lucid and I came to a sentence which I could not understand at all.
Oh, dear, I have thought of all the living writers as writing that book and have had to give it up, and of course the dead ones are out of the question." "Of course," said Wilbur gravely, and then his Margaret stood up and took some printed matter from an envelope and instantly the situation became strangely tense.

Men and women turned eager faces; they could not have told why eager, but they were all conscious of something unusual in the atmosphere and every expression upon those expectant faces suddenly changed into one which made them as a listening unit.
Then Margaret began..