T'won't be fillin', but it's comfortin' for a spell on the veranda to read a Maine upcountry tale all about real nice people who bust out of their troubles like June huckleberries. Seems that folks in town, including widow Bess who runs the mail, think that the outsider Will McCarren who camped with his six kids on Cross Island, is dead and drowned with all except young ten-year-old Rosie found drifting in Will's boat. But then it turns out that Will and the other kids (but one) are very much alive, and Will had his good reasons for gathering in his motherless brood and isolating them from the evil world they'd known. After much confused crisscrossing of waters and intentions, all is forgiven and Bess is bound to be somebody's woman now. The warm glow is easy come by, but if you've a mind for it, who cares?