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Perhaps it will keep me from a continuing city and I shall become a nomad for the duration till I can return to Felix Villas!
Now we are out of sight.
I had become used to nursing Van Dyke under all conditions and with no privacy. The launch was crowded with hard-boiled British policemen. Nothing for it but to nurse him there. No one appeared to pay the least attention. He was now four-and-a-half months old. During the whole trip to Stanley there was a Japanese on guard with a machine gun. When we arrived at Stanley Bay, a small launch made several trips to take us ashore. We waited till all were ashore and then proceeded to the camp. The Americans had a party down to meet incoming Americans and some of them helped the British too. It was pleasant to have friendly smiles of greeting. When we arrived in camp, the Americans went to "register" at their quarters but the British were left to fend for themselves. The most likely place was a room full of bricks. George said it might be fixed up. Everywhere seemed already taken. Finally a doctor came along and said there were bungalows on the hill belonging to the St. Stephens College, so our little procession started on. There were too many dispirited people sitting on their bundles to be heartening. I had tried to register with the Americans, who seemed to have a semblance of organization, but when they found my husband was British, they said I must go with the British. George went on to reconnoiter and soon came back to say that he had found an isolated bungalow where there were vacant rooms. We gathered up some straw mats and rice bags on the way.
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