This has so much to recommend it that it is capricious perhaps to take exception to the things it lacks. But unfortunately, they must be taken into consideration, despite the fact that this is a childhood recall of considerable charm and merit and originality. The setting is presumably a Southern town; there is enough that would seem to identify it as such- the relations with the domestics, certain word forms, etc. The child in the sketches which illustrate the book- E.H. Shepard type of drawings- is Victorian in appearance, though the period is in the second decade of this century,- and younger than her eight years would suggest. But the content of the text is revealing, with the incidents of her enfant terrible existence, in active rebellion against the straight- haired, skinny, sloe-eyed child she hates to recognize as herself,- entertaining in the reading, but devastatingly askew for the child herself. Personally I felt that the phonetic quality of the language, complete with illiteracies as well as childish misconceptions, was a deterrent rather than an asset. Here is a bubbling sort of backward look, shorn of the too usual sentimentalizing of childhood, which is certainly to be reckoned with in the Summer output.