Set in Gracias a Dios, a little town lying half asleep on the southern coast of the United States under a sky of almost changeless blue. The heroine, Edgarda Thorne, the child of a New England mother but with Spanish blood in her veins who has lived all her life in the South, is just ripening into womanhood when the story opens. The plot is concerned chiefly with her love affairs, men of totally different types being thus brought into juxtaposition. Like the author's other novels, "East Angels" lacks the romantic and ideal elements, but it is strong in the delineation of everyday character and incident. It is superfluous to say that the workmanship is excellent and the interest well sustained.
sess it--most glad indeed."
"I possess enough of it, at any rate, to go over the place, if you will be so kind," said Winthrop. "You know you promised me that pleasure some day, and why not this afternoon? There is a delightful breeze."
Mrs. Thorne dropped her eyes to the tips of her black cloth slippers, visible beneath the skirt of her gown. These little shoes one could scarcely fail to see, since the skirt, which was neatness itself in its decent black folds, was rather scanty and short. Their age and well-worn thinness, the skilful mending of their worst places, the new home-made bindings, the fresh ribbon bows bravely tied, told a story to the observers of delicate things.
But while Mrs. Thorne surveyed her slippers, her daughter was replying: "It would hardly amuse you to go over the place, Mr. Winthrop; there is really nothing to see but the crane."
"Let us go, then, and see the crane."
"Mamma would be so delighted, you know. But she never walks."
"Not far," co