WQR 19 FEB'36 DEDICATION. YEARS ago I used to say, that, if I ever wrote a book, it should be dedicated to my mother. The possibility-then contemplated almost in jest, has now been fulfilled. The book is written: but all else is changed. I will keep my promise still. Let this, my first novel, which would have been a tribute of tenderest affection to the Living, become a solemn offering to the holy memory of the Dead. |