The Kindertransport children stood cowering as they waited for Miss Swallow to close the gate. They had hushed voices and small suitcases. Some of them were as tall as Miss Swallow, others were as short as the berry bush in the field. Like shivering dogs, they shuffled towards the front door of the garden shed. In the shed, they sat down and ate beetroot and bread. Nancy looked at them through the frosted glass windows. “Who are they?” she thought to herself. She could hear the cries – joyful cries – from the children sheltering in the shed.
To Nancy’s amazement, one of the wretched boys’ face looked up at her and waved. Nancy thought of waving back, but instead, just smiled and then ducked down, as to hide herself from the others. Nancy sat on her bed and closed her eyes. She dearly thanked Miss Swallow for taking care of her and wished that she would never be in that type of situation. It turns out, that Miss Swallow had these children because she liked to help people and the Kindertransport was just another opportunity to save children. She was half-Jewish herself, and had been evacuated before the Second World War. She had saved her nieces and nephews, but wanted to do more to help more and more Kindertransport children feel more welcome to a new place. Apparently, two of them had been to Auschwitz, and escaped. Unfortunately, their parents were killed when they were found writing out plans to escape. The children had already escaped and were waiting for their parents in the back of a truck.
After that, Nancy walked down the stairs and put on her slippers. Then she went through the oaken front door. The little boy that had smiled at her came running to her. “Nancy! What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” exclaimed Miss Swallow.
“I know I should be, but I could see the little boy waving at me, and I just couldn’t resist it! He is a poor little soul, wanting help.”
After meeting the children, she went to bed, and dreamed of the children. Especially the boy. She was worried about the boy. At around three in the morning, Nancy trudged down the stairs in her scarf and nightie. She ran to the shed to find the boy. When she found the boy, she took him back to her room and laid him on the window seat. with her long scarf, she covered him.
The next morning, Nancy woke the boy and asked for his name. His name was Walther Levi. He was three and a half and his older sister, Olive, was in the shed. Day after day, Walther slept in Nancy’s window seat and soon Olive began to sleep there too. In the spare room, downstairs, the other children, with Nancy’s guidance slept in there now.
Over the months that they were there, Nancy got to know them better and even learnt some German from Olive and Mila. “Hallo! Wie gehts?” which meant “Hello! How are you?” She now loved these children, and they became almost like family.