There's a familiar clickety-clack to the wooden shoes of a young Dutch boy, Wim, and his experiences (or the author's?) viewed through a mist of nostalgia in a small fishing village. The story itself is told in low gear and it idles along on a string of marginal incidents which seem more momentous in a small town such as this; at school where geography- learning all the U.S. states (American reader identification here?) is difficult; during his free time when he explores a cave, talks with the fisherman Opoe, observes the village characters. The story ends with a reminiscent event as the waters rise, the sea comes over the dike, and Wim is a ready participant in the salvage operation. A friendly, quiet story.