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journey.” It described the early lives of various people who later became famous, and Anna, who had a personal interest in the subject, leafed through it eagerly at first. But the book was so dully written and its tone was so determinedly uplifting that she gradually became discouraged.
    All the famous people had had an awful time. One of them had a drunken father. Another had a stammer. Another had to wash hundreds of dirty bottles. They had all had what was called a difficult childhood. Clearly you had to have one if you wanted to become famous.
    Dozing in her corner and mopping her nose with her two soaked handkerchiefs, Anna wished that they would get to Stuttgart and that one day, in the long-distant future, she might become famous. But as the train rumbled through Germany in the darkness she kept thinking “difficult childhood ... difficult childhood ... difficult childhood....”

Chapter Four
    Suddenly she found herself being gently shaken. She must have been asleep. Mama said, “We’ll be in Stuttgart in a few minutes.”
    Anna sleepily put on her coat, and soon she and Max were sitting on the luggage at the entrance of Stuttgart station while Mama went to get a taxi. The rain was still pelting down, drumming on the station roof and falling like a shiny curtain between them and the dark square in front of them. It was cold. At last Mama came back.
    “What a place!” she cried. “They’ve got some sort of a strike on—something to do with the elections—and there are no taxis. But you see that blue sign over there?” On the opposite side of the square there was a bluish gleam among the wet. “That’s a hotel,” said Mama. “We’ll just take what we need for the night and make a dash for it.”
    With the bulk of the luggage safely deposited they struggled across the ill-lit square. The case Anna was carrying kept banging against her leg and the rain was so heavy that she could hardly see. Once she missed her footing and stepped into a deep puddle so that her feet were soaked. But at last they were in the dry. Mama booked rooms for them and then she and Max had something to eat. Anna was too tired. She went straight to bed and to sleep.
    In the morning they got up while it was still dark. “We’ll soon see Papa,” said Anna as they ate their breakfast in the dimly-lit dining-room. Nobody else was up yet and the sleepy-eyed waiter seemed to grudge them the stale rolls and coffee which he banged down in front of them. Mama waited until he had gone back into the kitchen. Then she said, “Before we get to Zurich and see Papa we have to cross the frontier between Germany and Switzerland.”
    “Do we have to get off the train?” asked Max.
    “No,” said Mama. “We just stay in our compartment and then a man will come and look at our passports—just like the ticket inspector. But”—and she looked at both children in turn—“this is very important. When the man comes to look at our passports I want neither of you to say anything. Do you understand? Not a word.”
    “Why not?” asked Anna.
    “Because otherwise the man will say ‘What a horrible talkative little girl, I think I’ll take away her passport’,” said Max who was always bad-tempered when he had not had enough sleep.
    “Mama!” appealed Anna. “He wouldn’t really—take away our passports, I mean?”
    “No ... no, I don’t suppose so,” said Mama. “But just in case—Papa’s name is so well known—we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves in any way. So when the man comes—not a word. Remember—not a single, solitary word!”
    Anna promised to remember.
     
    The rain had stopped at last and it was quite easy walking back across the square to the station. The sky was just beginning to brighten and now Anna could see that there were election posters everywhere. Two or three people were standing outside a place marked Polling Station waiting for it to open. She wondered if they were going to vote and for whom.
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