Once more this author takes the reader to one of those old, old little Southern towns steeped in tradition, romance and a very special kind of human drama. Then she transfers the reader to New York, to Paris, and back home again. It is a love story, clean, fine and refreshing; rich in laughter and tears, rich in a radiant and inspiriting vitality.
The kitten knew he was just the sort of boy to show compassion to lost kittens, and trusted and loved him at sight.
His mother was doubtful as to the wisdom of adopting a third member into a family which could barely feed two without one going half hungry. Also, she disliked cats intensely. She was most horribly afraid of cats. She was just about to say that he'd have to give the kitten to somebody better able to care for it, but seeing the resigned and hopeless expression that crept into Peter's face, she said, instead, that she reckoned they could manage to feed the little wretch, provided he kept it out of her room. Peter joyfully agreed, washed the cat in his own basin, fed it with a part of his own supper, and took it to bed with him, where it purred itself to sleep. Thus came Martin Luther to the house of Champneys.
When Peter had chores to do the cat scampered about him with, sidewise leapings and gambolings, and made his labor easier by seasoning it with harmless amusement. When he wrest
Utterly predictable, yet still very well done. A poor boy, determined to be an artist, and an uneducated girl agree to marry when a wealthy uncle promises to make them his heirs if they do. Then they go their separate ways, loathing each other. He's a little too good to be true, and she's overly comical, the situation is rather unbelievable, and the ending seems forced, but there's a wealth of color and fine prose in the background.
This is definitely a great book. Couldn't put it down!
The plot was a bit cheesy and predictable at times, but Oemler managed to make this novel as a whole feel refreshing and new.