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dren from Holland, wistful, frightened, who wanted nothing more out of life than to own again a duck named "Wigge." (The first "Wigge" had been stolen by the Nazis.)
But the child who went straight to my heart was Hank. Dr. Watson had made him my special charge, "Because he's sandy-haired," the doctor said with a smile that ignored the sudden pain in my face. The name on Hank's card said, "Charles Pierre Henri L'Atour." But that was for France; now, he told me in very halting English, his name was "Hank," for America. Since my French was as bad as his English our conversation lagged. It didn't matter. We understood each other quite well, Hank and I. He was seven, with hair that really was like Bob's and deep-set blue eyes that took in everything. He was scheduled for the Cavell ranch about forty miles out of town. But before we left, I drove him around to Dad's store for some after-dinner icecream. He said surprisingly, in pure Americanese, "A soda.' Oh boy!"
Dad laughed, and for the first time in weeks I felt warm inside.
From sheer force of habit I went to the other side of the store, which was the post-office, to see if there was any mail for me. There was none, of course. Why should Bob write? I had not heard from him since I had sent that dreadful letter. He had taken me at my word and that was the way I wanted it. . . . The way it had to be.
"Good news coming over the radio, Kit," Dad said. "Looks as if the Japs were going to surrender any minute."
I took Hank's hand. A trembling seized me. Bob had had sixty-three missions in Europe. If this news were true he would not. have to go to the South Pacific. That, at least, he would be spared.
Going out to the Cavell ranch, Hank sat beside me with his sturdy little legs straight out in front of him. Every once in a while he would say something very fast in French but all I could catch was the word "Pop." He was obviously excited. He tried to tell me something and his cheeks grewT redder and redder. Finally he began bouncing up and down on the seat yell
JANUARY RADIO MIRROR
ON SALE Wednesday, December 12th
Transportation difficulties are still a problem, and we find that it helps lighten the burden if RADIO MIRROR goes on the newsstands each month at a slightly later date. RADIO MIRROR for January will go on sale Wednesday, December 12th. Subscription copies are mailed on time, but they may reach you 0 little late, too. It's unavoidable— please be patient!