I'm here safely at the Sanctuary and have turned her over to Jacinda. Stephen has weighed and measured her and puts her a little over ten pounds and twenty-two inches. He says with the old charts that would have put her at about the tenth percentile for a baby three months old, but of course children in the camps run much smaller now. But she's healthy and her colour is good, and she's looking around as curious and bright-eyed as we could wish.

Haven't seen Frank and Arthur yet, but expect to very soon. Victor and Arabella have asked me to stay for dinner.