This might be termed E. M. Delafield with less bite. It is quiet, hardly important; nice reading about nice people, happy marriage; good conservative diet, minus the saccharine qualities that make so much in this field unpalatable. This sort of book is hard to come by, and D. E. Stevenson has built quite a following in meeting this need. This wont disappoint her market, and can be stacked up with the Miss Buncle books and Green Money. It is the diary of a regimental officer's wife, the record of the Scottish post, where she makes new friends, discovers new problems, has a might-be romantic interlude, and saves the son of a new friend from a wrong marriage.