This collection of short stories, most of them not much larger than their subjects (they are all about children, or parents and children) are unfailingly appealing and have the tattletale thumbprint of everyday experience-- Miss Loeser's (she is Mrs. Peter de Vries). Most of them have had magazine publication from The New Yorker to more popular media, and while dealing in the currency of childhood, dirty white sneakers and baseball bats, popsicles and loose teeth, they move on to less material recognitions. Death is a frequent familiar; a grandmother dying on a midwestern farm; a cat; and the ten-year-old in The Good Children and the very quietly shattering Whose Little Girl Are You? But then There Are Smiles -- the bright smile of an eight-year-old which ""included love and his ball-point pen""; the gentle spiritual gracenotes of The Permanent End; a mother's weekend at a college with a dreadfully intense young girl who talks in italics; etc., etc. This is a domestic literary talent, but it is sentimental in the nicest kind of way and just as attractive as it can be.