The story of a household drudge into whose life came unusual romance. Adapted for the stage, Miss Lulu Bett won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1921.
Bobby wavered toward the door, emerged on the porch, and ran almost upon Di returning from her tea-party at Jenny Plow's.
"Oh, Bobby! You came to see me?"
She was as fluffy, as curly, as smiling as her picture. She was carrying pink, gauzy favours and a spear of flowers. Undeniably in her voice there was pleasure. Her glance was startled but already complacent. She paused on the steps, a lovely figure.
But one would say that nothing but the truth dwelt in Bobby.
"Oh, hullo," said he. "No. I came to see your father."
He marched by her. His hair stuck up at the back. His coat was hunched about his shoulders. His insufficient nose, abundant, loose-lipped mouth and brown eyes were completely expressionless. He marched by her without a glance.
She flushed with vexation. Mr. Deacon, as one would expect, laughed loudly, took the situation in his elephantine grasp and pawed at it.
"Mamma! Mamma! What do you s'pose? Di thought she had a beau----"
"Oh, papa!" said Di. "Why, I
Interesting love story, sad at times, however the strong female lead helps get the reader, and her self through.
A sad story about unhappy people: A household drudge, 33-year-old Lulu Bett lives on the grudging charity of her vapid sister and self-important brother-in-law and never goes anywhere or does anything. Then a visitor gives her a brief, scandalous glimpse of another life. Fine writing, with well-drawn characters, but depressing.