.....had been built by a sailor. It stood on wooden legs on a street of tall stiff houses. A small boy, John, and his shoemaker father lived in the wild little house. Overcome with longing for the sea, the house walked off to the sea- shore. John's family was happy by the sea, but the happy people who lived there did not wear out their shoes, so there was no work for his father to do. And soon the wild little house discovered that sea air was making its paint flake. Before long the little house decided to return to its former home. Now when it feels the call of the sea it takes the family for a month's holiday at the seashore. John's father brings enough work from the city to keep him busy. H.V. Drummond's illustrations are in pastel washes with rather scratchy line drawings. Better illustrations might have strengthened the original appeal of the book as a whole. Fair stitching.