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as I looked at my house outside whilst on my way 

 to the Hostel beyond the garden, where many 

 students live. There were willing hands, however, 

 to help, and soon our hillside was shrouded in dark- 

 ness, for brown paper is plentiful in a market- 

 garden and potato-sacks are also useful to screen 

 the glare of greenhouse lamps. 



Having carried out orders, we next turned our 

 attention to the village, and found that the large, 

 staring windows of a Public Institute and also a 

 glow of light from the railway station must un- 

 mistakably betray the whereabouts of inhabitants. 

 The gardeners readily volunteered to help the 

 jovial, placid police ofhcial to warn the village, and 

 soon one by one the little lights in cottage windows 

 were extinguished, so that by nine o'clock no 

 aircraft could possibly have detected us. That 

 night and for several succeeding nights, silence 

 and darkness reigned in the countryside. 



It is not always under the shroud of night that 

 foreigners come to us, for we sometimes have 

 unexpected visits from friendly ones, those who 

 come without hostile intentions and in broad day- 

 light because they are interested in horticulture. 

 One of these, a Belgian refugee, arrived leading by 

 the hand his two small children, a boy and a girl 

 of nine and eleven years old and asked to be shown 

 the garden. He was a miller and had been driven 

 from his home by the Germans and as for the 

 present it was out of the question for women and 

 children to live near his old home he had brought 

 his wife and family for safety to Sussex. The 

 greater part of his possessions had been looted, but 



