Saturday, August 24th, 1940

Darling Joan,

I have just returned from work this morning, and have been able to tell Mummy, Nanny and the babies that you have arrived safely in Montreal. I cannot say how glad I was to see the notice, which was posted up at the gates, just where you had your photograph taken. We really knew last night because they told us on the wireless that a big boat had arrived at Montreal with a lot of children on board, and they said that some of the children were going on to America, so we guessed that they meant you.

Well, Joan, how did you enjoy the boat trip? You must write and tell us all about it, just as if you were writing it out for your teacher at school. There must be lots and lots to tell us. The mummies and daddies who were in London to see you all go off were all very proud of you because you went off without any fuss. All except the little girl in your section who did not want to leave her mummy, and who cried so much. But they say that she was quite happy again when you reached the train⁽¹⁾. I do hope you were all very kind to her during the journey.

You remember that Mr Froome took a photograph of us all the day before you left. Well, I am sending you a copy of it so you can see for yourself how nicely it turned out, and it will serve to remind you of the babies. They often speak of Joan, and they play together nicely, all the games you taught them. When you return you will know heaps more games to show them.

I cannot send this note to you at the new home of yours until I know the address of the kind folk who are to be your mummy and daddy until this nasty old war is over. Then I am going to write to them and try to thank them for their kindness and generosity. Meanwhile you must be as good as you can be, for we all know how good you can be when you really try.

I have typed this letter to you Joan because I know you will be able to read it.

With lots of love from your
Daddy
xxxxxxxx