Sinopsis

"No, my dear May, I positively will not hear another word about 'Love in a Cloud.' I am tired to death of the very sound of its stupid name." "Oh, Mrs. Harbinger," May Calthorpe responded, eagerly defensive, "it isn't a stupid name." Mrs. Harbinger settled herself back into the pile of gay cushions in the corner of the sofa, and went on without heeding the interruption: "I have heard nothing but 'Love in a Cloud,' 'Love in a Cloud,' until it gives me a feeling of nausea. Nobody talks of anything else." May nodded her head triumphantly, a bright sparkle in her brown eyes. "That only shows what a perfectly lovely book it is," she declared. Mrs. Harbinger laughed, and bent forward to arrange a ribbon at May's throat.