I got in the midst of a family of six, with the youngest aged about four, and as a parent myself I could not help thinking of the awful gap in that home at bedtime. But by the looks of them they were children brought up to "shape" for themselves, and they most certainly were not moping. I am sure they will be happy together wherever they will be. One charming little girl was busy sorting out her favourites from a paper full of sweets, and I tried my luck by saying, "Have you got one for me, love?" There was one second of doubt, then sunshine crept into her face, and she chose one carefully before handing it to me. Doubtless it was the kind she did not like, but the spirit was there.
"It's a job," said one of the porters. "It is a job, by gum." Anyhow, from all sides it was a job well done. The precision of it all was marvellous, and showed what a free people can do about organizing without any uniform nonsense or bully-ragging. The Children marched on to the platform in line, shouting and cheering, but immediately their head master blew his whistle there was complete silence. The leaders, each in charge of ten children, walked to the doors of
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.