The idea of living in something other than the traditional house has endless appeal for children, and this fulfills all demands (except adult credulity, perhaps). But the story lacks the spontaneity, the originality, of last year's enchanting My Father's Dragon- and I don't particularly like the Fritz Eichenberg pictures. The story tells of a grandfather who was being retired from railroading; of his grandchildren, each of whom had definite ideas about the house in the country. This tells how that incredible house was achieved, and became a house-boat-train.