The war workroom in the village, which she had started, must have another Superintendent, the first having turned out a useless chatterbox.
Elizabeth had her successor already in mind.

There were three or four applications waiting for the two other neglected farms.

Captain Dell was hurrying on the repairs; but there was more money wanted--she must get it out of the Squire.

Then as to labour--German prisoners ?--or women?
Her brain began to teem with a score of projects.

But after lying awake another hour, she pulled herself up.