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the highly colored vocabulary of the 〃White Rabbit〃 of the Alice stories。

〃Impossible;〃 immediately declared the don。 〃You couldn't persuade Dodgson to consider it。〃 Bok; however; persisted; and it so happened that the don liked what he called 〃American perseverance。〃

〃Well; come along;〃 he said。 〃We'll beard the lion in his den; as you say; and see what happens。 You know; of course; that it is the Reverend Charles L。 Dodgson that we are going to see; and I must introduce you to that person; not to Lewis Carroll。 He is a tutor in mathematics here; as you doubtless know; lives a rigidly secluded life; dislikes strangers; makes no friends; and yet withal is one of the most delightful men in the world if he wants to be。〃

But as it happened upon this special occasion when Bok was introduced to him in his chambers in Tom Quad; Mr。 Dodgson did not 〃want to be〃 delightful。 There was no doubt that back of the studied reserve was a kindly; charming; gracious gentleman; but Bok's profession had been mentioned and the author was on rigid guard。

When Bok explained that one of the special reasons for his journey from America this summer was to see him; the Oxford mathematician sufficiently softened to ask the editor to sit down。

Bok then broached his mission。

〃You are quite in error; Mr。 Bok;〃 was the Dodgson comment。 〃You are not speaking to the person you think you are addressing。〃

For a moment Bok was taken aback。 Then he decided to go right to the point。

〃Do I understand; Mr。 Dodgson; that you are not 'Lewis Carroll'; that you did not write Alice in Wonderland?〃

For an answer the tutor rose; went into another room; and returned with a book which he handed to Bok。 〃This is my book;〃 he said simply。 It was entitled An Elementary Treatise on Determinants; by C。 L。 Dodgson。 When he looked up; Bok found the author's eyes riveted on him。

〃Yes;〃 said Bok。 〃I know; Mr。 Dodgson。 If I remember correctly; this is the same book of which you sent a copy to Her Majesty; Queen Victoria; when she wrote to you for a personal copy of your Alice。〃

Dodgson made no comment。 The face was absolutely without expression save a kindly compassion intended to convey to the editor that he was making a terrible mistake。

〃As I said to you in the beginning; Mr。 Bok; you are in error。 You are not speaking to 'Lewis Carroll。'〃 And then: 〃Is this the first time you have visited Oxford?〃

Bok said it was; and there followed the most delightful two hours with the Oxford mathematician and the Oxford don; walking about and into the wonderful college buildings; and afterward the three had a bite of lunch together。 But all efforts to return to 〃Lewis Carroll〃 were futile。 While saying good…by to his host; Bok remarked:

〃I can't help expressing my disappointment; Mr。 Dodgson; in my quest in behalf of the thousands of American children who love you and who would so gladly welcome 'Lewis Carroll' back。〃

The mention of children and their love for him momentarily had its effect。 For an instant a different light came into the eyes; and Bok instinctively realized Dodgson was about to say something。 But he checked himself。 Bok had almost caught him off his guard。

〃I am sorry;〃 he finally said at the parting at the door; 〃that you should be disappointed; for the sake of the children as well as for your own sake。 I only regret that I cannot remove the disappointment。〃

And as the trio walked to the station; the don said: 〃That is his attitude toward all; even toward me。 He is not 'Lewis Carroll' to any one; is extremely sensitive on the point; and will not acknowledge his identity。 That is why he lives so much to himself。 He is in daily dread that some one will mention Alice in his presence。 Curious; but there it is。〃

Edward Bok's next quest was to be even more disappointing; he was never even to reach the presence of the person he sought。 This was Florence Nightingale; the Crimean nurse。 Bok was desirous of securing her own story of her experiences; but on every hand he found an unwillingness even to take him to her house。 〃No use;〃 said everybody。 〃She won't see any one。 Hates publicity and all that sort of thing; and shuns the public。〃 Nevertheless; the editor journeyed to the famous nurse's home on South Street; in the West End of London; only to be told that 〃Miss Nightingale never receives strangers。〃

〃But I am not a stranger;〃 insisted the editor。 〃I am one of her friends from America。 Please take my card to her。〃

This mollified the faithful secretary; but the word instantly came back that Miss Nightingale was not receiving any one that day。 Bok wrote her a letter asking for an appointment; which was never answered。 Then he wrote another; took it personally to the house; and awaited an answer; only to receive the message that 〃Miss Nightingale says there is no answer to the letter。〃

Bok had with such remarkable uniformity secured whatever he sought; that these experiences were new to him。 Frankly; they puzzled him。 He was not easily baffled; but baffled he now was; and that twice in succession。 Turn as he might; he could find no way in which to reopen an approach to either the Oxford tutor or the Crimean nurse。 They were plainly too much for him; and he had to acknowledge his defeat。 The experience was good for him; he did not realize this at the time; nor did he enjoy the sensation of not getting what he wanted。 Nevertheless; a reverse or two was due。 Not that his success was having any undesirable effect upon him; his Dutch common sense saved him from any such calamity。 But at thirty years of age it is not good for any one; no matter how well balanced; to have things come his way too fast and too consistently。 And here were breaks。 He could not have everything he wanted; and it was just as well that he should find that out。

In his next quest he found himself again opposed by his London friends。 Unable to secure a new Alice in Wonderland for his child readers; he determined to give them Kate Greenaway。 But here he had selected another recluse。 Everybody discouraged him。 The artist never saw visitors; he was told; and she particularly shunned editors and publishers。 Her own publishers confessed that Miss Greenaway was inaccessible to them。 〃We conduct all our business with her by correspondence。 I have never seen her personally myself;〃 said a member of the firm。

Bok inwardly decided that two failures in two days were sufficient; and he made up his mind that there should not be a third。 He took a bus for the long ride to Hampstead Heath; where the illustrator lived; and finally stood before a picturesque Queen Anne house that one would have recognized at once; with its lower story of red brick; its upper part covered with red tiles; its windows of every size and shape; as the inspiration of Kate Greenaway's pictures。 As it turned out later; Miss Greenaway's sister opened the door and told the visitor that Miss Greenaway was not at home。

〃But; pardon me; has not Miss Greenaway returned? Is not that she?〃 asked Bok; as he indicated a figure just coming down the stairs。 And as the sister turned to see; Bok stepped into the hall。 At least he was inside! Bok had never seen a photograph of Miss Greenaway; he did not know that the figure coming downstairs was the artist; but his instinct had led him right; and good fortune was with him。

He now introduced himself to Kate Greenaway; and explained that one of his objects in coming to London was to see her on behalf of thousands of American children。 Naturally there was nothing for the illustrator to do but to welcome her visitor。 She took him into the garden; where he saw at once that he was seated under the apple…tree of Miss Greenaway's pictures。 It was in full bloom; a veritable picture of spring loveliness。 Bok's love for nature pleased the artist and when he recognized the cat that sauntered up; he could see that he was making headway。 But when he explained his profession and stated his errand; the atmosphere instantly changed。 Miss Greenaway conveyed the unmistakable impression that she had been trapped; and Bok realized at once that he had a long and difficult road ahead。

Still; negotiate it he must and he did! And after luncheon in the garden; with the cat in his 

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