advanced slowly towards us till suddenly her eye lighted on Peggy, who
still chewed her pencil awaiting inspiration.

Mélisande stopped as though she had been shot; I could only surmise
that the sight of Peggy thus occupied had confirmed her darkest
suspicions. With one wild shriek of terror she fled from the room.

* * * * *

THE NEGLECTED PROBLEM.

O dear and delectable journal that daily
Appeasest my hungering mind
With items recounted or gravely or gaily
Of doings at Margate, Mayfair or Old Bailey,
Or paragraphs rare and refined
On "Who will the forthcoming cinema star be?"
"What horse to support with your shirt for the Derby;"
"How much will the next price of beer at the bar be?"
"Are halibuts blind?"

A question arises I prithee examine
And ponder the pull that it has
Over headings like "Foch and Parisian Gamine,"
"Are Bolshevists _really_ believers in Famine?"
Or "Vocalist Lynched at La Paz."
I look for it oft and in vain and say, "Blow it!
There _must_ be an answer and England should know it."
Here, then, is the problem that's haunting the poet:
_Does Germany Jazz_?