Last week the London press still printed cheery little notes from city children evacuated to the countryside. A small boy wrote: "Dear Mum and Dad, please send Colin and me some more trousers. We have been blackberrying. I have scores of mosketoe bites. P.S.—Please send some more muney. I have 4d. and Colin only has 2d." A small girl: "The lady's little girl is three weeks older than me, but I'm bigger. ... She says I talk funny. I told her I'm a Cockerney. Her uncle is a sailor too. Tell Dad to look for him. His name is Mr. Jones."
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