But I think perhaps'-- she paused, trying to find her words--'I didn't quite understand--when I came--how much I still wanted to be doing things for the war--' 'Why, you might do heaps of things!' cried Pamela.

'You have been doing them.

Taking an interest in the farms, I mean--and all that.' 'Well, but--' Elizabeth's brow puckered.
Then she broke into a frank laugh--'After all, that wasn't what I was engaged for, was it ?' 'No--but you seemed to like to do it.

And it's war-work,' said Pamela, inexorably.
Elizabeth was dismally conscious of her own apparent inconsistencies.

It seemed best to be frank.
'The fact is--I think I'd better tell you--I tried yesterday to get your father to give up his plans about the gates.