IF A young man had saved your life on a sinking ship wouldn't you feel duty bound to save his? So Gail felt when, unconscious, maybe dead, the man who had lashed her to the raft was tossed up by the waves. Gladly she had nursed him back to health, but now, her duty done, she must put him from her heart, must go to the city to earn her living. Friendless, homeless, she wandered the streets, seeking work, trying to forget Clinton's haunting eyes, his gay companionship. But while she wandered, the mills of the gods were grinding slowly, persistently, preparing for her a great surprise.

This is one of Grace Livingston Hill's most delightful romances, wholesome, inspiring and thoroughly absorbing.

Review taken from a Grosset and Dunlap edition.