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their littleness, but amid
it all I say to my soul
God loves each one and
has numbered the hair[s]
on our heads - and know[s]
when a sparrow falls.

We had rather an unpl
easent trip across the Oc
ean, foggy damp, cold and a
choppy sea with the
exception of one day wh[en]
the sun shone. We arrived
in Jubilee times and London
seemed utterly demoralized
Hotels, streets, shops crowded
with an excited teeming mass
the streets and crossing were