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of the Hong Kong couples in the bungalow. These were all women who were doing war work, and who had no young children, and had, therefore, not been forced to evacuate.
Here was my daily schedule:
5:30 a.m. Nurse the baby. 6:00 a.m.
A drink of cold tea from Mr. Danby's teapot as he was emptying it out for the morning's filling. Cook the baby's oatmeal and toast the mashed rice. Wash the baby's napkins and other clothes, and hang them on the trees. The children and I had prayers out on the lawn. At the beat of an empty shell, line up for boiling water. We in our room shared a receptacle of tea. Breakfast of toasted rice and bit of bread saved from evening. The men took turns in boiling the water. Roll call by Chinese superintendent. Clyde, looking like a tramp, and nothing to be done about it, went to school. The children sat on the floor in St. Stephen's Hall, and lay on their stomachs to write. Celene helped sweep the floor and waxed indignant when the bungalow broom was taken from her by a superior being. The baby was bathed. His tub was the small chamber Ma Si Fu had brought from home for him. Baby was fed again and hung up in his basket on the tree. Celene and I went to the children's clinic for milk. We ate pine needles on the way, for we passed by some little pine trees.
7:00 a.m.
8:00 a.m.
8:30 a.m.
9:30 a.m.
We called at the Colonial Secretary's office for the never coming news from my husband. Hope deferred every day. 11:00 a.m. We were home to take the baby in and put him in
the doll's pram, and get the two tins ready for rice and soup. One was a "Cow and Gate" tin and one a tea tin, and set the table with the sardine tins. The table was Clyde's wagon with a board on it. It was as good as a dinner wagon,
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