“I’m going to live with my Aunt and Uncle in Devon,” said Liam Wilshaw. He, Mark Cooper and Arthur all picked their way along the Commons Road, winding themselves between piles of bricks and rubble and bits of houses.
Arthur looked up at the library as they went past. Yesterday, he’d been in there, looking through the adventure novels. Today, it had no roof and one of the walls was missing. Burnt, blackened books were strewn across the street.
Still – the sun was shining and nobody had picked on him since…. well, yesterday. So, for Arthur, things were good.
“Wow, Devon! That sounds ace,” said Mark. “That’s where they make ice-cream, you know.”
“I know,” glowed Liam. “That’s all they eat, down there. Ice cream for breakfast, ice cream for lunch, ice cream before bed-time… I’ll probably get given a big bowl of it as soon as I get there.”
“My dad’s friend is totally important at the war office,” Mark said. “I bet I could ask him to get me sent to Devon, too.”
“Oh, yeah, that’d be brill!” Liam wore a massive grin that matched Mark’s. Arthur walked on behind, all but unnoticed during this plan of evacuation and desserts.
Unlike the other two, Arthur still had no idea where he would be going. He could only hope it was somewhere where he’d get given a bowl of ice-cream when he arrived.
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