"We don't know yet," said I, cheerfully enough. "I expect we shall."
"Oh! Holiday didn't know—that is, I expect Holiday might be rather annoyed if he thought I'd said anything to you about this," returned this maddeningly puzzling young man. "But, still, it was an idea of his. And—er—I don't see how he could find out if he didn't ask you himself, do you?"
Together Elizabeth and I demanded, "Ask us what?"
"Well, Holiday wondered if you two would care to stay on at the farm," suggested Captain Fielding.
I saw Elizabeth's head go up.
"Stay on?" I echoed. "But we've finished our training!"
"Er—yes. But the Prices want two more land-workers to take the places of two more men they've had called up. And Holiday thought that—er—since they're pleased with you, and you've got through the exam.—well, it could be managed," concluded Colonel Fielding, diffidently. "It depends upon whether you'd like to stay on jobs there. Would you?"
Here was a question!
To go—or to stay on?
In less time than it takes you to read about it I'd revolved it rapidly in my own mind as I stood there by that wall under the hazels, glancing from Elizabeth to the young officer who had made the suggestion.