"I've been watching you all the time I've been speaking. I want to say something to you."
"You want to speak to me?" I said, surprised.
"I noticed you at once," said the Land Girl. "You looked—well, not very pleased with life."
Here a passer-by glanced at the contrast we made standing there: Government office clerk and Land Girl. She, in smock and breeches, radiated rosy health; I, wearing my blue costume, Frenchy blouse, flower-wreathed hat and Louis-heeled shoes, wilted in limpness and pallor.
She said prettily:
"Are you on war-work of any kind?"
"Yes, I am. I work at——" I gave her the rabbit-warren's real name.
Her bright face fell.
"What a pity. We're told not to try for recruits who are engaged in other departments. I was going to ask you to join up for the Land Army."