O'Hara

O'Hara has faded fast, but some of his best short stories are lode stars to me of what good fiction can do.

What I saw, to which I bore witness, was domestic strife and confusion whereas O'Hara saw really a class-ridden society.

O'Hara knew a lot more about the actual power struggles in Pottstown than I did about my environment.

But on the other hand O'Hara had what Wallace Stevens, a native of that part of the world, called a willingness to celebrate.

But he thought O'Hara an exception, and then—could not the substantial advantages move him?

Whereat O'Hara, having no weapon, dropped the bag, and trotted wide-eyed forward to the thronged scene of the launchings.

"He ought to find the drawing-room all the pleasanter for the contrast," remarked Miss O'Hara, dryly.

"You'll drive me out of my senses," said Miss O'Hara; and certainly her look did not belie her words.

Now and then the carts and wagons in the street were slow in turning out, and O'Hara had to slow up.