This is a book that was published in England and built up a considerable market for itself by word of mouth publicity. It is one of those books that so-and-so tells so-and-so she really must read. Somewhat in the fashion of E. H. Young's William, it snowballed itself into the publisher's sudden realization that here was ""a property"". Possibly it is too English to do likewise here, but try it with your mature conservatives, it is the sort of book people are always seeking for the maiden aunt, for the mother who dislikes these modern books, and all in all, their name is legion. It is quiet, almost tenuous as to motivation, but has charm, amusing bits of dialogue, characters, incidents. The story of a spinster in an English village, whose failing dividends have spurred her on to use her neighbors as substance for a novel, under a pseudonym, and who finds that she has stirred up a veritable hornet's nest. Matrimony eventually proves the happy ending for her own problems and her second book.