The Advent of Arthur. By Enid Leigh Hunt. (Sampson Low,
Marston, and Co. 6s.)—Though this is a story of common life, no one can complain that it is wanting in the romance which the title seems to suggest. That Joyce, aged sixteen, with a brother aged twelve or thereabouts to look after, should have fared so well when she determines to earn her own living may surprise us a little. But there are some fortunate people, and for Joyce friends grew, so to speak, on every bush. Employment comes to her with marvellous rapidity, and when she is tired of it, then a friendly shelter which enables her to do without it. And when the proper time comes the very perfect knight is not wanting. If this is not like life, so much the worse for life ; any- how, it is pleasant to read about in this prettily told story.
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