![]() ![]() “But from dawn men had been clearing it with brooms and shovels. …”Snow lay piled on the dark road across Willoughby Wold,” Miss Aiken begins. Written, as any child’s book should be, with obvious fond delight by Poet Conrad Aiken’s daughter Joan, the book tells about two very small girls in a very big English country house almost entirely surrounded by dangers. ![]() ![]() It is called The Wolves of Willoughby Chase (Doubleday $2.95). But this year can boast one genuine small masterpiece. In recent years the only vaguely acceptable candidate was Norton Juster’s Phantom Tollbooth (1961). More difficult is the yearly search for new fiction fit to place on the juvenile bookshelf alongside the likes of Munro Leaf’s Ferdinand and Grahame’s Wind in the Willows. ![]()
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