An artless, gently amusing, gently affecting memoir of a girlhood in Helsingfors, Finland, some years ago, when Martha left Stockholm to live with her Aunt Mathilda and her Uncle Mathias to substitute for the only child who had died. Here against a middle class background of substance, there were the high points of social functions, visits-particularly that of a Consul, travels- including a trip to Russia. And there was the longstanding drama of Uncle Mathias' weakness for another lady while Aunt Mathilda put her faith in food as Uncle Mathias always came home to eat. And through the years- until her death- Mathilda holds her own against the woman she called Jezebel but who was a very charming woman in her own right. A pleasing minor momento.