This is a selection of the Junior Literary Guild, a story of present day Navajos who still live far from civilization. The young heroine of is a member of a devoted family who live in a hogan of round mud-plastered walls, windowless and dependent on a hole in the roof for the fire smoke. They have their flock of sheep, drink goat's milk, lie on sheepskins, the mother weaves lovely blankets, while the father makes beautiful silver jewelry. Their rare visits to the Trading Post are eagerly anticipated and lingeringly enjoyed. It is a pleasure to realize when fine work is being done for these people through the schools and government agents. The reader gets a clear picture of this red rock and desert country in heat, sandstorm and other seasons. A lovely looking book.