A distinguished adult author serves up some unconfined nostalgia for an audience which does not have the background to recognize her stature at another level. In this small story, from Miss Chase's own childhood, parents wear halos, children become cherubim and a pig is nearly crowned. The pig also wears doll clothes rides in a pram and lives in the house. Father alone remains quite likable and supplies the minute amount of wit. From the jacket it would appear that Victoria is drawn in a way to appeal to the kind of people who would under no circumstances have a pig in the house. As such it is dolled up hogwash.