This does not live up to the promise of Faith, Hope, No Charity, although it shows some maturing of a sense of construction. One feels that she has become a trifle imitative, following a Rose Macaulay bent, perhaps, and the introduction of the mildly satiric note takes away from the sympathetic handling of character of the earlier book. This is the story of an egocentric novelist who transports an oddly assorted family to a Mediterranean island in the hopes of achieving escape from the trammels imposed by London society and economic life. Amusing, deft, but superficial from the realistic human side. Possibly a third novel will show which way she is actually going.