It came down, spun on the empty platter, fell flat.
With quite a thrill I bent to see the result of my toss.
"Heads!"
"Land Army!" cried Elizabeth, throwing up her head. "We're for it!"
I turned to her.
"We?"
"Looks like it! Suppose I've got to join up with you," grumbled my chum, who was always better than her word, "and see what comes!"
* * * * * * *
A fortnight later we were both glancing at the set of our new Land Army hats in the narrow strip of mirror of a railway carriage, bound for the countryside.