In 1955 the author's husband was called to Libya as an FAO expert on forestry to combat the encroaching Sahara. Harry and Agnes Keith stayed in Libya for nine years. The author has a talent for people, and they like her. She was literally burned up over the position of women in Libya, immured, in their homes, unable to take desperately ill children to doctors, or to go to the post office to buy the stamp that commemorated their advancement. She was ""Ma"" not only to her son George but to her houseboy Mohammed, whose portrait is the most moving in the book. Mohammed was the only support of aged and ill parents and a teen-age bride; their first son died as his mother's babies had died before him, but he became the father of two more sons before he had his first and last great adventure in the world, a trip to the Sahara. Mohammed exemplifies all the passionate hope pitted against unbearable odds that the author sensed in this country. But there is more than hope to go on today, there is oil, and while the prosperity has not yet filtered down very far, the ragged Libyans are rich. Mrs. Keith writes of her person-to-person diplomacy with warmth and skill.