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Yet, there was some indifference. There was a boy of about ten blowing at a cup. Somewhere out of the damp and the stink he had got something hot to drink and he was trying to bring it down to a tolerable temperature. He paid us no attention at all. And there was some little sign of a thing, not fear and not unconcern. We must have been more than half way through. I felt a touch on my free hand, and turned my light there. It was a boy of about seven. He smiled and took hold of my hand and walked along with me. I should not have let him do it, but I did and was glad. I wonder why he felt that way. What could have made him know that I was not a monster. He and another followed us out into the good air. We found our storage depot through another entrance and I'm not really sorry that we made a blunder on the first. This has been quite long and quite inadequate, but I thought you would like to hear about it. Much love, darling. George. LIEUT. GEORGE L. STOUT, USNR. - 5 -