This is disappointing. Even when one recognizes the fact that Douglas is doing some sermonizing, and dressing it up with a palatable disguise, one recognizes the unassailable quality of good story telling. Now he lets us down, for his story, while it has the sermon all right, isn't good story telling, I knew on about the 25th page, just what was going to happen -- and I wasn't wrong. It is another Dean Harcourt story (Green Light, etc.), and this time he takes a poor little rich girl in hand, gives her a lesson on getting through the camel's eye, matches her up on the Nebraska ranch with a poor little rich boy who had ducked his responsibilities -- and the rest is easy. There are some subplots -- and coincidence makes all the pieces fall neatly into place. But -- it is Douglas, and will rent.