I loved this story, my second book by Clavering; the first, “Dear Hugo” was also a delightful story set in Scotland, but in a small rural village. This book, published in 1956, is set in Edinburgh, which is lovingly described by the characters.
This book tells the story of the friendship that blossoms between the Lenox family, a war widow and her five young adult children, and the little old lady, Miss Dorothea, who lives next door. She and her bullyish elder sister, Belle, live a dreary existence; Belle had been married, but returned home shortly after the marriage, supposedly a widow. She was like their father, repressive, strict, humorless and contemptuous of scattered, meek “Dottie”, who supposedly took after their mother. I got the impression from inner monologues that all the love and softness passed out of her life when her mother died; Belle always admonished Dottie, in fact the last words she said, after chomping her way through another silent, large meal were rude. Then she keeled over dead!
At the beginning of the story, the day of Belle’s funeral, Dottie is watching the Lenox family next door out of the upper story window, long a secret pleasure. They are a loving, close, active family - this time young Rowan, getting laundry off the clothesline, spies her, realizes her sister has just been buried, and impetuously heads over for a visit.
It’s a delightful scene, and we realize Rowan is the “crusading sister”, always up for a cause. There are four daughters, Willow, Hazel, Rowan and Holly - all named for trees, and unique in personality, and their brother Murray - they along with their mother are a charming family, and I very much enjoyed reading about the budding friendship between the two households. I look forward to reading more by Clavering, her writing is charming, humorous and sentimental without being saccharine. A lovely story, about love and family and friendship.