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.