Perfectly, sublimely sweet love story from 1915. So very much up my alley it's unreal. I think I will try to find a hard copy of it. I loved it. (Is that clear yet?)
A young woman named Phyllis, who is quite on her own, works in a library. She's grateful for the job, and it's a pretty decent job, but she still feels the daily grind and regrets that her future seems to stretch, unending, with no change or rest in sight. In a moment of dissatisfaction, she wishes for a rose-garden, a husband, and enough money. It's not so much that she's thinking about being in love, it's just that in her world, a husband seems the only way for a poor working class girl to get the rose-garden and the money.
And, voila! All of the above are suddenly within reach, and what happens from there on out makes for a splendid, touching story. She's a great character, and so are the DeGuenthers (the agents of her sudden good fortune), and so is Allan. You can guess who Allan is. ( )

Stars just because of the sweetness of the story. ( )