I had within the week, an unsigned communication which, for a long while afterward, I did not comprehend. It was the photograph of an infant, with the photographer's address scratched from the cardboard and without of course any decipherable postmark; and upon the back of the thing was written: "His has been the summer air, and the sunshine, and the flowers; and gentle ears have listened to him, and gentle eyes have been upon him. Let others eat his honey that please, so that he has had his morsel and his song."
I thought it was a joke of some sort.
Then it occurred to me that this might be--somehow--Elena's answer. It was an interpretation which probably appealed to the Supernal Aristophanes.
