ROBERT FROST, forty years old, returned from England to America in February I9I5. Flushed with the triumphant reception of A Boy's Will (19I3) and North of Boston (1914) in England, he had been flatteringly welcomed by influential Boston literati. Being a celebrity delighted Frost; but it did not provide him with an income. Leaving Boston for New Hampshire's White Mountains where he could live cheaply, Frost, late that spring, moved to a modest farm outside Franconia. The house, too small for the family, was scantily furnished and in some disrepair. Months after they had moved in, soup was ladled out from an earthen mixing bowl; packing cases served as extra chairs; a door was off its hinges.! A lackadaisical farmer, Frost racked his brain to find a way to make money that would free him for poetry. Earlier he had hit on the idea of bardings, returned to it again, and sent out feelers to his friends. One such friend was a twenty-five-year-old English teacher, Sidney Cox, who had been graduated from Bates College in Lewiston, Maine, in June I9II. That fall he had begun his teaching career at the high school in Plymouth, New Hampshire, where he met Frost, an instructor at the New Hampshire State Normal School. Cox, sincere and idealistic, looking for a hero to worship, ended his search with Frost. The next year, Frost left Plymouth for England; and Cox enrolled at the University of Illinois to earn his Master's degree. But the friendship of the two men was strengthened by a continuous correspondence for the next three years. When Frost returned home in I9I5, he invited Cox to enjoy the