TRANSATLANTIC TRANSFER
Slit,—At the end of May I brought my two-year-old daughter back to safety in my native America, leaving my British husband in London to do what he could toward winning the war. We believed then that he would be allowed to send money for our maintenance; he is forbidden to do so. I agree with your remarks (The Spectator, June 21st) that something should be done to remove this deterrent to evacuation of women and children.
Meanwhile, being debarred as a married woman from my former occupation as a school teacher, I am earning an intermittent income writing and lecturing about conditions in England during war, with emphasis on the ability of the British to meet difficulties with a stiff upper lip. I am not bitter about the circumstances which make this struggle necessary for me, no effort and no sacrifice on the part of myself and others in this country who love England is too great if it helps to defeat the Nazis. I have, for economic reasons, given up cigarettes, though they are half the price of English ones; I pinch the toes of the baby's shoes, hoping I can wait even one more week before spending the money to buy her another pair a size larger. I meet the questions of the people who say, "Why should we help England? After all it's not our battle," if it means arguing till three in the morning to convince them of the fallacy of their arguments. I, and others like me, am ready to do these things because I feel those of .0a left in England face privation and danger incomparably greater than
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