| + + | Dial. 42: 225. Ap. 1, ’07. 420w. |
“A story so well told; so finely finished, with such real people of the British middle-class sort moving thru its pages, that the critical faculty is disarmed from the first, and one yields to the charm of unique art.”
| + + | Ind. 62: 739. Mr. 28, ’07. 420w. |
“Of Charles Kingsley’s purely literary talents and graces of style his daughter, the author, evinces hardly a trace.”
| + − | Lit. D. 34: 264. F. 16, ’07. 200w. |
“A clever and an interesting book. But it would be more than that if the main story were only as good as its setting.”
| + − | Lond. Times. 5: 394. N. 23, ’06. 500w. |
“It does not strike one as a book which had to be written, or will have to be read. But it possesses the treasure of a really original and affecting central motive.”
| + − | Nation. 84: 39. Ja. 10, ’07. 460w. |
“It is readable in no ordinary way. One does not hurry through its pages intent only on the story, but it both invites and repays leisurely attention. One reads, also, with no very distinct sense of the author’s style, which is unobtrusive and free from vagaries.”