At least once before in The Train in the Meadow Robert Nathan ventured into that interim area between earth and heaven. In this short novel, he removes his heavenly beings from a Convocation of the saints, and- by a most unsaintly trick-transports them to earth. Pierre, to be scire, wasn't quite a saint; in fact his one-time role of promoter was uppermost in his desire to make known the humble St. Odule. Their adventure lands em unexpectedly in the Mohave Desert and they take refuge in a ranch where the sole source of income seems to be the feminine charms of naive Conchita O'Rourke. Conchita's role was complicated by the fact that she had fallen in love with her only ""customer""- and he with her, but he didn't think he ought to marry his light-o'-love. Pierre, with design, and St. Odule, with consecration, set about bringing love to the worldly being they encounter, and in the end- on Christmas Eve- a minor miracle is achieved. This has a certain ironic charm, but its market will be chiefly Nathan fans.