The Painter's Brush with Death

He is more than adequately handsome, he drives that dreamy Stanley Steamer, and if only the elegant Sarah could get a sleigh ride in to town, she could set about checking on Mr. Roberts' background! It is infuriating, stuck as she is, waiting for their elderly Morgan's injury to heal. It is plainly beneath her to ride in on the delivery man's wagon, and it's not the sort of inquiry she can send by post. Mr. Roberts seems so utterly perfect, but he comes with too many unanswered questions. Ingenuity is called for, desperate ingenuity. A lady is a lady at any time, even, as here, in the midst of the changing styles and culture of America just before 1920.