Once again a novel in the form of a cross section, this time a Pennsylvania mill town and its families, through different strata. Once again, the writer falls into the pitfall of most of such writers, -- there is too much exposition, too many strands, too many individual stories half told for the reader's sympathy to be built around any one figure. Josephine Herbat has a keen sense of people, and of the discontent, the sterility, the trouble which scars their lives. The interest shifts, now to the Armstrongs, now to the Hulsinki's, now to families in the upper social level, now to Dowell, a tramp, who is perhaps symbolically ""Satan's sergeant"". At the close a village fire and a mill accident go some distance towards uniting what seems a rather disintegrated whole. Somewhat limited as to market.