It's too bad that there are a number of things about this little story that are not good, because there are several incidents in the everyday life and adventures of this little 5 year old that are fun. To begin with, what would any self- respecting young reader think of a boy in a book whose family call him ""Tittletom""? Then the dialogue is very bad -- Tittletom doesn't sound like a real little boy at all but rather like a miniature stuffed shirt. And the whole little story has the tone of childhood reminiscence, a sort of wistful struggle on the part of the author to remember what was said and done during some time in her own younger days. To top it off the jacket is a startling shade of deep pink. It is laid in the deep south in a period which would be about the turn of the century, to judge by the costumes in the illustrations, but there is no dialect written into the text, although Uncle Bow, an old Negro, who lives in a cabin nearby, accompanies the children on their outdoor adventures. All in all, as you can see, not as satisfactory as her previous books.