What a washy, directionless book this was! It starts out with Robinetta, Our American Cousin, who is now a very wealthy widow seeking out her English mother's noble, cash-poor relations who of course despise her for being a half-pi Colonial. I settled back expecting to see how she won them all over; no dice. Oh, she wins over the male characters, but they're not up to much either. One is a very young (for the time) 15 year old heir-to-all, the other a rather spineless young lawyer. No wonder he didn't like being sent to deal with the old termagant, Mrs de Tracey--he can't even express himself half the time, 30 year old solicitor that he is. She is supposed to be the Main Problem, but she ends up being very much a background scribble. I had hoped to see Our Heroine champion the downtrodden companion, but not even that chance for development was taken. Robinetta spends her time drifting around dressed in white, doing not very much at all. No can-do American girl this!
Along comes Robinetta's only female friend, her mother's old nurse who is now living in picturesque (ie unsanitary, uncomfortable) poverty. Will she rescue the old woman and set her up in comfortable style?
The book just kind of petered out, as once again Wiggin appears to have either filled the requisite number of pages, or simply lost interest. I know I did.
Meh. A star and a half.