I am always impressed by Burnett's ability to write sweet stories without being twee or saccharine. This is what Edith Wharton would write on anti-depressants.

Edited to add on 5/16/19: Goodreads tells me I have read this 11 times. It might very well be even more than that, because I find myself going back to this story again and again, and every time I just intend to reread one of my favorite scenes, and every time I find myself reading the whole thing. I do tend to skip the particularly racist bits in the middle/end that feature Ameerah the deadly native. After many rereads I do find this rather more saccharine than before, but listen, I have a sweet tooth.