It is six in the morning and we are packed, ready to join with other Americans at Teachers Camp or Pines Hotel. Ostensibly we are an open city. Nida is taking over our house with her family. The children are good and very calm. We may be binding up Japanese wounds by this time tomorrow. We have given the children their gifts in the cold light of five o’clock two days ahead of time. They are sweet and patient. We’ll be all right.