Lee Wyndham is not at her best here; her forte seems to lie in books with less potential plot development, written for a younger group. Here sentimentality takes over in a conglomeration of animals and children, with a widowed mother. A chicken and duck wander aimlessly about a city apartment; a parrot flies out of the window; a pig is won at a fair and moves in. Eviction from this New York City residence is foreordained, and the family moves to a ""seven chimney house"" in the suburbs. A squirrel comes down the chimney; kittens wander across stage; a horse is won in a raffle. (They seem lucky.) The idea is fun, for Miss Wyndham's young animal loving audience, but the more critical among them will feel that the story suffers from cardboard figures and a plotless maze.