It was hard to find because the print was small and it was spelt Saraievo--without any j in it.

It was just on the line between Bosnia and Servia and the geography said it was the chief city in Bosnia.

Harriet said it was a queer thing how these places on maps never seemed like real places when you looked them up and just read their names and yet probably the people in them were as real to themselves as we were, and there were streets in them as real as Lupton Street where we were sitting, finding them on the map on the sitting-room table.

I said that bombs were pretty real things and the sound of this one when it exploded seemed to have reached a long way to judge from the newspapers and the talk in London.

Harriet said my putting it like that gave her a queer feeling--almost as if she had heard it and it had made her jump.