Weyland and her daughter being together
upstairs, the former said:--
"Sharlee, who is this Mr. Queed that you paid so much attention to on
the porch this evening?"
"Why, don't you know, mother? He is the assistant editor of the _Post_,
and is going to be editor just the minute Mr. West retires. For you see,
mother, everybody says that he writes the most wonderful articles,
although I assure you, a year ago--"
"Yes, but who is he? Where does he come from? Who are his people?"
"Oh, I see. That is what you mean. Well, he comes from New York, where
he led the most interesting literary sort of life, studying all the
time, except when he was doing articles for the great reviews, or
helping a lady up there to write a thesaurus. You see, he was fitting
himself to compose a great work--"
"Who are his people?"
"Oh, that!" said Sharlee. "Well, that question is not so easy to answer
as you might think. It opens up a peculiar situation: to begin with, he
is a sort of an orphan, and--"
"How do you mean, a sort of an orphan?"
"You see, that is just where the peculiar part comes in.
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