In a setting that could be the South, Florida or Georgia maybe, here is a fantasy that shimmers like its own sunny surroundings. It has to do with a thoroughly nice little girl, Anna Lavinia, who is sent by her mother on a visit to her Aunt Sophia Maria. On her way Anna Lavinia, accompanied by her cat and a large supply of pawpaw jelly she keeps giving away, meets an assortment of people- train passengers, a pasha in the desert, and finally her aunt who lives in a mirage. It is there that Anna Lavinia is reunited with her long lost father, and together they find the key that unlocks the door to the gold he seeks and return home joyously. Unhackneyed, this is as colorful as it sounds and much glitters besides the gold.