There's a fairy tale quality to this story of Jenny, an orphan who lived with her aunt, who was barely supporting herself and four children as a sempstress. Jenny had very little in a material way to make her happy, but her lame pup and her hoydenish imaginary playmate, Hildegarde, made life very unpredictable and often fun. Then her belief in sorcery took her adventuring, and exciting things began to happen. That she served her purpose to bring two unhappy people together lessens the credibility of Jenny's own story -- at least for this reader. It all seemed too too pat.