The delightful memoirs which began with A London Child of the Seventies now bring us through the years of her widowhood, the processes of making ends meet and giving her three sons a full and happy life, in a primitive village only fifteen miles from London (where they had none of the comforts of civilization). It is oddly remote in tempo and spirit, almost incredibly so when one realizes that it is almost contemporary. The life of the community, the odd jobs by which she eked out a limited income, the gradual acquisition of modern conveniences, the sustaining of the old school traditions. There are touches of humor that are almost too English for the average American reader, and the consistently high intellectual level takes it out of the comparative American social level. There is a flavor of that England that will survive the war -- the quality of courage and the sense of adventure no matter what the odds.