Twelve short stories which are typical of the good work one expects of Miss Ferber. The people are all human, whether cheerful—by request, or the gay old dog, or the tough guy, or the guiding Miss Gowd or any of the others.
Cheerful by Request * The Gay Old Dog * The Tough Guy * The Eldest * That's Marriage * The Woman Who Tried to Be Good * The Girl Who Went Right * The Hooker-Up-the-Back * The Guiding Miss Gowd * Sophy-As-She-Might-Have-Been * The Three of Them * Shore Leave
hose days, and they all laughed, as she had meant they should. So she leaped into the water with bounds and shouts and much waving of white arms. A great floating derelict of a log struck her leg with its full weight, and with all the tremendous force of the breaker behind it. She doubled up ridiculously, and went down like a shot. Those on the beach laughed again. When she came up, and they saw her distorted face they stopped laughing, and fished her out. Her leg was broken in two places, and mashed in a dozen.
José Fyfer's dramatic career was over. (This is not the cheery portion of the story.)
When she came out of the hospital, three months later, she did very well indeed with her crutches. But the merry-eyed woman had vanished--she of the Wapello colouring that had persisted during all these years. In her place limped a wan, shrunken, tragic little figure whose humour had soured to a caustic wit. The near-seal coat and the turquoise-and-crushed-diamond ring had vanished too.
During those agonized