A hot-water-bottle and warm-milk sort of book, celebrating the sunshine that shoves through the clouds when the author takes over and operates an English old folks home--as it should be done. At first things are drear. Head matron is under the thumb of her nasty husband; the residents feel out of things and out of life--there's even a curfew which prevents them from sallying forth for concerts and cinema. But the pair leave, and, as Brindley settles in, she begins to understand some of the hurdles facing the elderly. Meanwhile she has to cope with the daily round: the constant battle of maintenance (once, a drenching storm floods the premises); the visits of the shirty ladies on the overseers board; feuds, insults, and peccadilloes on the resident front; and sheer exhaustion. Finally, however, Brindley wins all hearts, including those of the overseers, because of her obvious pluck and her attention to the elderly's need for respect and useful work. She has also, to her credit, raised a mighty sum for a chair lift for the home. A bit viscous with smarty-knickers humor, but a cheery novelty for susceptible readers all the same.