Marjorie Wetherill had always known that she was an adopted child. Her foster parents had made no secret of it, but when they died it was natural that Marjorie should seek out her own people. What she found in the shabby little house on the outskirts of the city wrung her heart with a misery beyond belief. How she was able to restore her own people to Brentwood, the home and life to which they belonged, and how her own life was adjusted to a divine balance by a love more wonderful than anything she had every known.