I was born in the
country. I know and love it. The farmers are very nice to
me. They see I don't try to boss them as the Squire's
daughter--that I'm just working as they are. And I can say a
good deal to them about the war, because of Desmond. They all
knew him and loved him. Some of them tell me stories about his
pluck out hunting as a little chap, and though he had been such
a short time out in France he had written to two or three of
them about their sons in the Brookshires. He had a heavenly
disposition--oh, I wish I had!
'At the present moment I am in knee-breeches, gaiters, and
tunic, and I have just come in. Six o'clock to five, please
sir, with half-an-hour for breakfast and an hour for dinner (I
eat it out of a red handkerchief under a hedge). It was wet and
nasty, and I am pretty tired. But one does not want to
stop--because when one stops one begins to think. And my
thoughts, except for that shining centre where you are, are so
dark and full of sorrow.
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