‘She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household’ —anyone can see Daylight Saving there——” Naturally, I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me short, testily: “Of course I know as well as you that it isn’t Shakespeare—at least I wasn’t reared a heathen!—but that’s just the tiresome part of it. Every quotation I think of isn’t Shakespeare at all. Here’s another that would do beautifully (and take up a nice bit of space on the page too), ‘The upper air burst into life! And a hundred fire-flags’ sheen, To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.’ “Even a child could tell you they were the searchlights trying to spot a Zepp.—only it isn’t Shakespeare! It’s very worrying. Yet I know if only I could get the book done, there would be a fortune in it. W. S. always sells, and he’s so respectable too!” I said I was sorry my office duties had prior claim on my time, and I urged Ursula to do her sisterly part. But she said she couldn’t be bothered just then; her mind was more than fully occupied in trying to lay the blame for everything on the right person. So I took Virginia’s MS. and read it down. “How full of briars is this working-day world.” This proves that barbed wire entanglements were known in the seventeenth century. “How far that little candle throws his beams!” This indicates clearly that Shakespeare was fined for failing to comply with the Lighting Restrictions. That he was compelled to pay War Profits out of the “royalties” on his plays is evidenced by these poignant words in _Macbeth_:— “Nought’s had, all’s spent,” and doubtless there was a subtle reference to War taxation in “Age cannot wither nor custom stale her infinite variety.” The unfailing hold of Shakespeare on humanity is the fact that he touched upon all phases of life. (This sentence was Virginia’s own literary contribution to the “Anthology.”) For example (she went on), even a sugar shortage was known in his day. To what else could he have been referring when he wrote “Sweet are the uses of adversity,” and can anyone doubt that “Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble,” points to meatless days? Here we were interrupted by a knock at the door. It was Miss Primkins, an elderly lady who lives by herself (or at least with Rehoboam, her cat) in a pretty little cottage further down the hill. Miss Primkins has been hard hit by the War, but no matter how she has to skimp and save in other ways, she never relaxes her work for the wounded.