A book that I loved as a kid. I was a total bookaholic as soon as I learned to read, and I adored all things mystery. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, Bobsey Twins, Happy Hollisters, all of Enid Blyton's ten thousand or so mystery series. . . And of course the books that weren't part of series. When you added in a bit of fantasy, well, then I was in seventh heaven.
I recently was looking through the donated books at the library used book sale and found a copy of this old story and bought it to re-read. Now, as an adult, I can't believe what the adults let the kids do in that time, things that would get them hauled up on child endangerment charges nowadays, but that at the time I didn't think anything about. Of course, I don't know if that was because I was a kid or if it was just the different mind set of that time. Back when we were all younger and more innoucent. Before child predators made the evening news nightly, before serial killers were better known than their victims, a time that let children actually BE children.
Ah well, everyone looks back at their childhood and compares it to what their life is like as adults.
This story is set in the countryside of England (it doesn't specify WHERE exactly, or I didn't catch where) where the 3 children that are the main characters of this story are sent to stay with their great-aunt in the old "no longer stately home" of their mother's family. Their parents are being sent to Bermuda, partly for business and partly because of some kind of health issue that their father is having. While there, they fall in love with the family home and their great-aunt and have lots of adventures.
Even with the somewhat dated story telling, its a rollicking fun adventure that late elementary/early middle schoolers should enjoy. If for no other reason than to say, "wish MY family was that cool."