Nobody can ever predict what a child will settle on for a personal comforting object. Blankets and baby dolls are the ordinary things, but for Sukie, it is a piece of string that must go with her everywhere. It is her constant companion through all the usual play activities. One day she ties it to a balloon and when this slips away from her little brother's grasp, it comforts her to think that such a happy, possibly eternal ride, is the fate of her self-selected toy. It's a different, easy-to-read conception. The illustrations are ill-suited to the story. The string looks more like a rope and the lack of color in the drawings is emphasized rather than enhanced by the background of beige paper.