Publisher's Synopsis
Miss Sally peered sharply at Willard Stanley, first through her gold-rimmed glasses and then over them. Willard continued to look very innocent. Joyce got up abruptly and went out of the room. "So you have bought that queer little house with the absurd name?" said Miss Sally. "You surely don't call Eden an absurd name," protested Willard. "I do-for a house. Particularly such a house as that. Eden! There are no Edens on earth. And what are you going to do with it?" "Live in it." "Alone?" Miss Sally looked at him suspiciously. "No. The truth is, Miss Sally, I am hoping to be married in the fall and I want to fix up Eden for my bride."
