When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit. Judith Kerr

her boots were still wet from last night’s rain.

      ‘When do we get to the frontier?’ she asked.

      ‘I don’t know,’ said Mama. ‘Not for a while yet.’ Anna noticed that her fingers were squashing the camel’s face again.

      ‘In about an hour, d’you think?’ asked Anna.

      ‘You never stop asking questions,’ said Max, although it was none of his business. ‘Why can’t you shut up?’

      ‘Why can’t you?’ said Anna. She was bitterly hurt and cast around for something wounding to say. At last she came out with, ‘I wish I had a sister!’

      ‘I wish I didn’t!’ said Max.

      ‘Mama …!’ wailed Anna.

      ‘Oh, for goodness’ sake, stop it!’ cried Mama. ‘Haven’t we got enough to worry about?’ She was clutching the camel bag and peering into it every so often to see if the passports were still there.

      Anna wriggled crossly in her seat. Everybody was horrible. The lady with the basket had produced a large chunk of bread with some ham and was eating it. No one said anything for a long time. Then the train began to slow down.

      ‘Excuse me,’ said Mama, ‘but are we coming to the Swiss frontier?’

      The lady with the basket munched and shook her head.

      ‘There, you see!’ said Anna to Max. ‘Mama is asking questions too!’

      Max did not even bother to answer but rolled his eyes up to heaven. Anna wanted to kick him, but Mama would have noticed.

      The train stopped and started again, stopped and started again. Each time Mama asked if it was the frontier, and each time the lady with the basket shook her head. At last when the train slowed down yet again at the sight of a cluster of buildings, the lady with the basket said, ‘I dare say we’re coming to it now.’

      They waited in silence while the train stood in the station. Anna could hear voices and the doors of other compartments opening and shutting. Then footsteps in the corridor. Then the door of their own compartment slid open and the passport inspector came in. He had a uniform rather like a ticket inspector and a large brown moustache.

      He looked at the passport of the lady with the basket, nodded, stamped it with a little rubber stamp, and gave it back to her. Then he turned to Mama. Mama handed him the passports and smiled. But the hand with which she was holding her handbag was squeezing the camel into terrible contortions. The man examined the passports. Then he looked at Mama to see if it was the same face as on the passport photograph, then at Max and then at Anna. Then he got out his rubber stamp. Then he remembered something and looked at the passports again. Then at last he stamped them and gave them back to Mama.

      ‘Pleasant journey,’ he said as he opened the door of the compartment.

      Nothing had happened. Max had frightened her all for nothing.

      ‘There, you see …!’ cried Anna, but Mama gave her such a look that she stopped.

      The passport inspector closed the door behind him.

      ‘We are still in Germany,’ said Mama.

      Anna could feel herself blushing scarlet. Mama put the passports back in the bag. There was silence. Anna could hear whatever it was scuffling in the basket, the lady munching another piece of bread and ham, doors opening and shutting further and further along the train. It seemed to last for ever.

      Then the train started, rolling a few hundred yards and stopped again. More opening and shutting of doors, this time more quickly. Voices saying, ‘Customs … anything to declare …?’ A different man came into the compartment. Mama and the lady both said they had nothing to declare and he made a mark with chalk on all their luggage, even on the lady’s basket. Another wait, then a whistle and at last they started again. This time the train gathered speed and went on chugging steadily through the countryside.

      After a long time Anna asked, ‘Are we in Switzerland yet?’

      ‘I think so. I’m not sure,’ said Mama.

      The lady with the basket stopped chewing. ‘Oh yes,’ she said comfortably, ‘this is Switzerland. We’re in Switzerland now – this is my country.’

      It was marvellous.

      ‘Switzerland!’ said Anna. ‘We’re really in Switzerland!’

      ‘About time too!’ said Max and grinned.

      Mama put the camel bag down on the seat beside her and smiled and smiled.

      ‘Well!’ she said. ‘Well! We’ll soon be with Papa.’

      Anna suddenly felt quite silly and light-headed. She wanted to do or say something extraordinary and exciting but could think of nothing at all – so she turned to the Swiss lady and said, ‘Excuse me, but what have you got in that basket?’

      ‘That’s my mogger,’ said the lady in her soft country voice.

      For some reason this was terribly funny. Anna, biting back her laughter, glanced at Max and found that he too was almost in convulsions.

      ‘What’s a … what’s a mogger?’ she asked as the lady folded back the lid of the basket, and before anyone could answer there was a screech of ‘Meeee’, and the head of a scruffy black tomcat appeared out of the opening.

      At this Anna and Max could contain themselves no longer. They fell about with laughter.

      ‘He answered you!’ gasped Max. ‘You said, “What’s a mogger” and he said …’

      ‘Meeee!’ screamed Anna.

      ‘Children, children!’ said Mama, but it was no good – they could not stop laughing. They laughed at everything they saw, all the way to Zurich. Mama apologised to the lady but she said she did not mind – she knew high spirits when she saw them. Any time they looked like flagging Max only had to say, ‘What’s a mogger?’ and Anna cried, ‘Meeee!’ and they were off all over again. They were still laughing on the platform in Zurich when they were looking for Papa.

      Anna saw him first. He was standing by a bookstall. His face was white and his eyes were searching the crowds milling around the train.

      ‘Papa!’ she shouted. ‘Papa!’

      He turned and saw them. And then Papa, who was always so dignified, who never did anything in a hurry, suddenly ran towards them. He put his arms round Mama and hugged her. Then he hugged Anna and Max. He hugged and hugged them all and would not let them go.

      ‘I couldn’t see you,’ said Papa. ‘I was afraid …’

      ‘I know,’ said Mama.

      

       Chapter Five

      Papa had reserved rooms for them in the best hotel in Zurich. It had a revolving door and thick carpets and lots of gold everywhere. As it was still only ten o’clock in the morning they ate another breakfast while they talked about everything that had happened since Papa had left Berlin.

      At first there seemed endless things to tell him, but after a while they found it was nice just being together without saying anything at all. While Anna and Max ate their way through two different kinds of croissants and four different kinds of jam, Mama and Papa sat smiling at each other. Every so often they would remember something and Papa would say, ‘Did you manage to bring the books?’ or Mama would say, ‘The paper rang and they’d like an article from you this week if possible.’ But then they would relapse back into their contented, smiling silence.

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