. . . but not so big she has to give up the privileges of being little. To the accompaniment of pen sketches, this is in effect a catalogue of more or less complementary advances and retreats (""Too big to be spanked. . . but not big enough to give up my blanket""; ""Big enough to race my father home from the corner. . . but not too big for a head start""); and while most of them would be more or less apt in the context of a story, repeated almost without variation (save, once, for a sequence of drawings instead of the customary single vignette) they simply become tedious. And what's to be gained, in any case, by the multiplication--without progression or expansion--of one psychological insight into the state of being a small child?