[1] Told in the form of a series of letters, the book details the travels of Sylvia Leighton from Australia to London, and her impressions of that city after she arrives.
A reviewer in The Sydney Morning Herald found a lot to like about the book: "The first impressions of a thoughtful and observant person are worth having, especially when they are pleasantly and vividly recorded."
And, picking up on a major story point, noted that "a good many people have missed their trains, but few have had such whimsical adventures as the heroine of this story experienced in consequence of being left behind at Naples and finding it necessary with the aid of little money and less Italian to pick up her party at Marseilles.
The book is pleasantly and simply written, and the author is not ashamed to admit her enthusiasm at what she sees.
There is a little bit of a love story dragged in at the end in deference to popular opinion; it is not well managed, and rather spoils the book.