And then, all of a sudden, in the early,
brisk winter twilight, Woodstock—happened!
Climbing out of the train Stanton stood for
a second rubbing his eyes at the final abruptness and unreality of it all.
Woodstock!
What was it going to mean to him?
In Molly Make-Believe, Eleanor Hallowell Abbott's charming novella about a young businessman who falls in love with his anonymous pen-pal "Molly" while recuperating from an illness, Carl Stanton’s quest to track down the elusive Molly
eventually takes him to the town of Woodstock, Vermont. His trip (and the
reader’s) through the town is swift, but just a few words of description—“[a] transient vista of village lights; a
brief, narrow, hill-bordered road that looked for all the world like the aisle
of a toy-shop, flanked on either side by high-reaching shelves where miniature
house-lights twinkled cunningly”—paint an enticing picture of a charming,
old-fashioned New England village on a snowy night.











