A tranquil sort of story, with a minimum of plot and a generous abundance of kindly human nature and forgivable human foibles. It relates the slow awakening of a young girl to an understanding of herself, and the series of events that teach her whether her happiness lies in marriage with a young army officer of her own social rank, or with the picturesque and ambitious son of a village tradesman.
hat your brother should be that side in politics, and him so well-to-do and all. If he'd been in the boot trade now, I could have understood it--there's something in the smell of leather that breeds Radicals like a bad drain breeds fever; but clothes now, and lining and neck-ties and hosiery, you'd think they'd have a softening effect on a man. Dissenter, too, he is, isn't he?"
"My brother's altogether out of the common run," Miss Gallup remarked, rather huffily. She might deplore his politics herself--when she was some distance away from him--but no one else should presume to find fault. "He may be mistaken in his views--I think he is mistaken--but that don't alter the fact that he's a very successful man: a solid man, well thought of in Marlehouse, I can tell you."
"Dada says," Eloquent broke in, "that he's successful because of his views."
"Well, to be sure," exclaimed the housekeeper in astonishment, "who'd have thought the child could understand."
"The child," groaned