ABSTRACT
In the autumn of 1926 we moved to Manikgunge, in the district of Dacca. My husband’s feeble objection to another East Bengal posting had been overruled by the young Under Secretary who had just arrived from England. “Why,” he had said with an amiable smile, “Manikgunge is not far from Calcutta. Let me see (consulting a map), it is only … miles as the crow flies. …” He quoted a reasonable number of miles, and was convinced that he was quite fair in posting my husband there after distant Chittagong.
