THE HOUR OF THE HARP

A pea-brained gothic with a heroine to match. Here's our governess, Moira McGrehan: ""I have never considered myself a great beauty, although my milky white skin, together with my black hair and green eyes and overlong lashes. . . ."" She's to tutor motherless Kathleen, daughter of bothered Sir Conaire. She wins over Kathleen in an instant, rescuing her from Conaire's mother-in-law, and also warms the cockles of the brooding heart of the great stallion, The Major, which she rides to victory in the local races. Ah foosh, there's more and more of the silly same, including the busy doings of whoever is kidnapping and dumping Moira down a well and otherwise indicating displeasure with things as they so mindlessly are.