Summary
From a soot-choked alley behind a tenement whose bricks perspire despair, Bessie—part ragamuffin, part cartographer of clouds—constructs a ramshackle ark of splintered orange-crate and sun-bleached sailcloth, christening it with saltless tears and the hush of make-believe trade-winds. Her father, a human sunken sofa, snores through daylight while she navigates starless nights toward Dream Valley, a mirage stitched from laundry-line auroras and the phosphorescence of guttered hopes. Enter Gilbert Byfield, novelist incognito, pockets lined with unpublished pages instead of coin; he wanders the slum as though it were a footnote he intends to revise, and finds in Bessie’s mariner’s gaze a manuscript more urgent than his own. By candle-end and stealth he engineers a month-long exile for her amid the Byfield ancestral hedgerows—an Eden of manicured silence where even the shadows wear velvet. Bessie blossoms, believing her father’s ship of sloth has miraculously come in, until Enid Crane—society viper in lace—spits the venomous truth: the estate is charity, not destiny. Humiliated, Bessie flees back to the backyard ocean, now becalmed in winter’s ash. Gilbert, stripped of pretense, follows her into the half-lit cardboard rigging, confessing on a trembling deck that love, unlike money, can be counterfeited only once; together they rechristen the vessel and sail toward a horizon no deed can convey.
Synopsis
Living in the New York slums with her lazy father, Bessie takes imaginary voyages to "Dream Valley" on a "yacht" she has built in the backyard. Gilbert Byfield, posing as a poor man while completing his book, falls in love with Bessie and secretly arranges for her to spend a month at the Byfield country estate. Bessie, elated with her new home, believes that her father has finally earned his fortune, but she returns to the tenements when she learns from the jealous Enid Crane that their newfound wealth is a sham. Gilbert visits her in Dream Valley to patch things up and wins her heart.
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