One day a teacher said: "Oh, you're a very clever little girl so you're going to a big school." And that was all I was told. I didn't question it, I just absorbed it until the day came when I was dressed in my best and handed my teddy and my doll and the coach came to the cottage door and I climbed on board with my foster mother and we set off for Berkhamsted which in those days was a long journey and as we got further from home and nearer to school I asked the question: 'Will I be able to come home for my dinner?' which was always at midday in those days. And she said 'no' but didn't enlarge on it, and almost as we got into the school gates I said: 'I will be able to come home tonight, won't I?' And as we got off the coach the boys were shepherded one way, the girls the other. And she said: 'Be a good girl' and she kissed me and she was gone.