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My first thought after reading this was that it was some seriously depressing familial melodrama, but still a fine novella. After reading the postscript by Stegner's wife, I respected it a little bit more. He didn't just invent a little story, but won a short fiction contest with this story as a young professor of English at the University of Utah and the story itself was based an a family rumor-story of two spinster sisters raising a boy on a farm and nobody was quite sure which one was the boy's mother. There is something more respectable about inventing a narrative of a family legend than just inventing a fiction. Or maybe it's just me.