There's something of the quality of Bertha Damon's A Sense of Humus in this account of a Tennessee country home. For the author writes of gardens, animals, pets, the seasons, the colored people and the white, servants and servant problems, family portraits, friends and visitors, amusing incidents, past and present. But there is a vast difference in the general atmosphere -- instead of Mrs. Damon's vigorous, energetic style there is a slow, languid, mellow tone, a gentle rambling into philosophy which has moments of liveliness, modernity and humor. In the midst of a world at war, there is quiet pleasure in finding the comparative shelter and stability of unchanging things, and the author, after the death of her army husband, and marriage of her children, finds it in the ""dwelling place"". Full of incident, it leaves a feeling of peace, contentment and good living. Relaxing, serene escape reading.