A nice story, with a thread of factual interest, and focus on a factor often overlooked, the importance to a race, of sustained interest in and appreciation of the crafts of their ancestors. A boy and girl are left to dye and spin some wool which is to be sold at the market. The boy uses deliberately some dye which had been made by natives, rather than the crude commercial dye his father had directed. He is unreservedly condemned -- until a white man, seeking authentic native work for his museum, happens on the wool before it is redyed, and exults in locating a link with the native crafts once again. It is a good story, with beautiful pictures by Ruth Gannett, in color and in line. Occasionally, the text goes a bit condescending, but on the whole it is well done.