Bombs on Aunt Dainty

Because even if nothing good ever happens to me again, it will have been worth living just to feel as I do now.

Then she thought, I must never forget this moment. Because even if nothing good ever happens to me again, it will have been worth living just to feel as I do now.

“No, of course not,” said Papa. He was looking tired, and Anna realised that the day could not have been easy for him either

night she was packing up her things at the end of the class. She had worked with a kind of despair all evening and had managed at last to produce a drawing that bore some faint resemblance to what she had in mind.

names were being removed from street corners and Underground stations, and even buses lost their destination plates, so that the only way to find out where they were going was to ask the conductor.

by the skin of their teet

Anna remembered how every day, when she had passed it on her way to do lessons with Jinny and Judy, she had wondered what it meant and whether, if she went into the shop and sneezed, they would give her some money.

Hoping that, somehow, a miracle would happen, she started down the thickly-carpeted stairs