"'If Winter Comes' is a novel which may well live as long as the poem has lived. It is an artist's book — its structure as close and exquisite as a flower, its humor pervasive, its character studies keen and varied, its personal note spicy and fresh, and, best of all, its dealing with the great fundamentals of life and death, of God and the soul, courageous, poignant, intuitive and nobly Christian." — Heloise E. Hersey in the Atlantic Monthly, Boston. (1922 Bestseller of the year.)
ere, they would return, trailing back in the same single file, and take up their reserved positions on the bench before the Tybar Arms.
Mark Sabre, intensely fond of Penny Green, had reflected upon it sometimes as a curious thing that there was scarcely one of the village's inhabitants or institutions but had evidenced little differences of attitude between himself and Mabel, who was not intensely fond of Penny Green. The aged Wirks had served their turn. Mabel had once considered the Wirks extremely picturesque and, quite early in their married life, had invited them to her house that she might photograph them for her album.
They arrived, in single file, but she did not photograph them for her album. The photograph was not taken because Mark, when they presented themselves, expressed surprise that the aged pair were led off by the parlour maid to have tea in the kitchen. Why on earth didn't they have tea with them, with himself and Mabel, in the garden?
Mabel did what Sabre called "flew up";