The two girls were “wallflowers”. Even the knowledge that they were the Claybournes of Virginia could not alter that fact. They were shabby and they couldn’t dance as Society danced in Washington. But they were such charming, pretty things—Sandra and Theodora—Sandra, vivid, sparkling, alive, with her bright dreams of Romance; Theodora with her ambitions for a career and social position, but with her thin veneer of sophistication hardly concealing her delightful naïveté.

Youth as only Miss Bailey can portray it, with a deep and tender understanding of its longings and desires, its high ideals continually struggling to overcome its greed for luxury and ease, and the final triumph of youth’s rightful heritage—love.