It seems to me that D. E.. Stevenson is writing too fast, and her novels today jack the sly wit and light touch of her first Miss Buncle's Book. This is just another book, passable but undistinguished. A family story, with a nameless child, orphan of the storm, as the element that disturbs the even tenor of their ways. Rosabelle Shaw is the child of a deep love between her parents, a dour Scottish squire and a light-hearted young Edinburgh belle. Then comes Jay, rescued from the sea -- and with him jealousy, mistrust, an alien note. This is the story of their growing to adulthood -- and of how Jay proved an increasingly disturbing factor, until at the end, his pettiness was proved and he was a danger no more. Rosabelle was safe.