The Lissie Ross was Mrs. Davies' home during her 1890-ish childhood. Her father was the Captain, and she, her mother, and her two older brothers had all set up permanent housekeeping on board the ship, one of the few square riggers still in operation. Father was a proper, faithful, but not really stern Baptist, Mother had a bit more flair for the unexpected, and despite close supervision the children made the most of the freedom their unorthodox environment afforded. The author's recollections of the peripatetic life are anchored by her well conveyed sense of fondness and intimacy with the story she tells. Events are generally gentle, and the memories do, unfortunately, tend to ramble and to go on at unnecessary length. Reginald Hegarty's memories of a sea-going childhood, The Rope's End (1965), which was as successfully nostalgic and a good deal more lively, seems a stronger choice.