The little Prince and Princess are picking buttercups in the cherry orhard when suddenly a towering monster belching fire and flame leaps upon them. "My dragon," says the Princess. "No, mine," says the Prince. But in the next moment they chorus, "Ours!" And in the accompanying illustration is a most companionable-looking dragon agreeably snorting forth flames over which the Prince, the Princess, and assorted members of their retinue are toasting marshmallows. In this scene and in other equally joyful and amusing situations, Sesyle Joslin, whose books have endeared her to the very young, clearly establishes that saying "Mine!" is not nearly so much fun as saying "Ours!"