Jenny Rendall lives with her widowed mother and sister at a boarding-house they own in Upper Radstowe (a fictionalised version of Bristol). Their life is an endless round of trying to coax in boarders, and then trying to keep them happy whilst they're there. Jenny strikes up a friendship with one of them, a rather earnest young man who is quite keen on her, but Jenny is seeing the son of a local squire in private. The young toff thinks her name is Jenny Wren, and has no idea of her real life. At the same time Jenny's sister, Dahlia, has given up on romance altogether, and intends to snare the local curate, so that she can put the cares of running a boarding-house behind her. To make matters worse their formidable Aunt Sarah descends to stay with them, the sort of tedious old bat who is never happier than when everything is going horribly wrong for everybody around her!
This is a curious little novel from the early 1930s. It has strong touches of Mary Webb about it. It kept me reading, and I want to read the sequel, "The Curate's Wife", but sometimes it had a distancing effect, and I felt much more should have been made of Jenny's mother Louisa and her relationship with the somewhat sinister farmer who sets his cap at her. E H Young gives fascinating insights though into the lives of women at that time, particularly the lonely spinsters like Miss Morrison, who are reluctantly resigned to a loveless life. Quite sad and poignant in parts, but also funny, in a very gentle sort of way.