'She knew the poor man's orange was hers, with its bitter rind, its paler flesh, and its stinging, exultant, unforgettable tang. So she would have it that way, and wish it no other way. She knew that she was strong enough to bear whatever might come in her life as long as she had love.' Only Ruth Park understands so well what it is like to grow to womanhood in the inner-city slums of Sydney during the years immediately after World War II. She likes the people she writes about and has a rare skill in evoking them. In this poignant sequel to The Harp in South she tells of the Darcy family, and their vitality and humour in the midst of acute poverty.