We know from Amber Wellington Daredevil (1975) that this is set in the Forties, which might explain the characters' naivete but can't excuse the dirt-poor writing. Here Amber, ten, spends an August week on her cousin Dane's Tennessee farm, where she's busy as the dickens with two ""humongous big"" projects: engineering a peace between Dane and Acey Douglas (""Tuckersville's meanest bully"" and the killer of Dane's pet gander, Hitler) and, with Dane's friend Earl, spying on two old ladies they suspect of witchcraft. But the pathetic prisoner they've heard pleading with the old Jewel sisters for release is only a parrot, and when the young'uns are discovered hiding in the cellar they're invited upstairs for a party. Amber ends her vacation with affection in her heart for those two ""real jewels,"" a kiss from Dane on one cheek and one from Earl on the other, and in her ears her aunt's parting assurance that she's ""a little spitfire and a little angel all rolled up into one."" It's enough to gag any ten-year-old.