The kindness shown by the Dominions and the United States to the children evacuated from Great Britain will never be forgotten and as the years go on it will be a valuable story to tell the grandchildren. Here ts Canada's welcome described in the "Manchester Guardian" by mother who was able to accompany her family of three.
The Atlantic was behind us and before us spread the smooth sliver GulE of St. Lawrence. The ship's load. of seven hundred children were tucked into their bunks and the mothers and childminders could relax at lost, We leant over the rail to watch the sunset over the mys terious wooded shores of Canada. We gave the northern lights a murmur of applause, but it was the blaze of human lights that caused spontaneous cheer from the whole ship, There was light at last, blazing, cheerful, innocent light: street lights, neon Ughts, car lights. fought together for over a week, who had shared toys and borrowed' each other's life belts, parted without, 0 backward look. Canada had. taken charge of them. Buses took us to our appropriate stations and our land journey began, I went direct to Toronto with my three small children, hoping that our baggage would soon follow. We got to Toronto at 6 pam. after a nine-hour journey. The children were tired and indescribably dirty. I had my first despairing moment of the trip as the train slowed down in the outskirts Toronto, Whab do T have to do now? 'My- destination was the University of Toronto; I knew the name of just one professor, How was 1 to find it and him? It is not easy to telephone Ina strange land with a baby' in your arms and two others hanging on fo your skirts, Should we just sit down on the station platform and yell for help? But 1 need not have worried, T found out later that every" thing possible hod been done ensure that no British war guests were lost, The C, P. R. had wired from Quebec to tell the University of Toronto Women's Committee for British Overseas Children (to give the organization its full name) that boat was coming in with so many passengers consigned to the University, The University women with cars who had volunteered to. transport war quests met all possible trains and Searched them for their un-Known visitors. Thus it was that 00), white-clad, and charming lady Erected me by name as 1 struggled down the steep train steps with my three babies, "was There Anything More?" yard Samuel Richardson the novelist was buried. Samuel Pepys, whose father lived in the parish, was bap-lized in the older church. And in for near the church are buried Richard Lovelace, the Cavalier poet; Ogitby, who translated Homer; and Wynkyn de. Worde, Caxton's pup, the father of Fleet' Street, one may say, ay he brought the printing press to this "Street of Adventure." In recent times Anthony Hope's father wag Rector of St. Bride's the memory of notable figures in the modern newspaper world; and the death of any well known' journalist always followed by a memorial service in St, Bride's. Well, it will rive again.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.