Anna Katharine Green is that strangest of anomalies, a literary woman who returns all her calls, pays her social debts, prides herself on her good housekeeping and makes her children’s clothes. She does her writing, usually, in the mornings, with frequent interruptions from “the babies”—a boy and a girl—and says it takes her fully two hours to work herself into the creative mood. She is the wife of Charles Rohlfs—formerly an actor—but who retired from the stage a year before his marriage. The Rohlfs have a charming, quaintly furnished home in Buffalo and enjoy the reputation of an ideal married life. Mrs. Rohlfs is unaffected, feminine and without ostentation. She has literally no eccentricities—not even a fad—unless one excepts her conceit of keeping the original MSS. of all her novels and the meagre remains of the pencils with which they were written. The latter are all marked with the names of the stories in which they have played so prominent a part, and she is preserving them for her children.