No, it is not another If Winter Comes. But it tinkles at somewhat the same bell, faintly, but reminiscently. For the bored but successful hack writer, retiring after his 111th opus, fulfills his dream of a home in the country away from London, and plays fairly godfather to various and sundry, young and old, in need of a helping hand. A fantastically unreal story, but charmingly told, and with a warmth of appeal which may catch the public fancy. Mark Sabre in new guise -- not quite so quixotic, nor yet so easy to trip. One wishes that Mr. Hutchinson did not dress up his little story in so laboriously artificial a style. One can forgive him the sentiment -- but not the plush trimmings. However -- once again -- it will rent, and likewise sell.