It's a Grecian fantasy about the young Andrula, the poorest girl on the island of Kalonysos, who lived alone with her widowed mother. She was impatient when she had to stay at home while her mother sat and wove; she liked to be active and to dominate. When the other children, who had generally submitted to her leadership, started to taunt her for her poverty, Andrula refused to associate with them. Instead, as she wandered alone, she developed a talking dolphin as a friend who would carry her away to the neighboring island Hyria, populated with mythic beings. The voyage from the real to the imaginary is smooth and quite logical within the context of Andrula's well-defined personality, in which the elements of gregariousness and imagination had been forced out of balance. Hyria's inhabitants are a little too sweet--gentle fauns, pert Nereids, a tenderly paternal Centaur, but the descriptions are well written. The golden island will be to the reader as to Andrula a dreamy interval of escape, with little purpose.