Marjorie Wetherill had always known that she was an adopted child. Her foster-parents had made no secret of it, but when they died it was natural that Marjorie should seek out her own people. Mrs. Wetherill, whom Marjorie had loved deeply, had left the girl comfortably provided for, but as the Christmas season drew near Marjorie was consumed with the desire to go to the family she could call her own. Evan Brower, a handsome young neighbor whose family had been friends of the Wetherills for years, and who was now urging his love upon the lonely girl, advised Marjorie against it. But there was a need within her which drew her on. What Marjorie found in the shabby little house on the outskirts of the city and how her own life was adjusted by a love more wonderful than anything she had ever known, grows into a vivid and memorable story under Mrs. Hill's inspired pen.

Review taken from a Grosset and Dunlap edition.