This sight was hardly a rarity to Elizabeth and me, fresh from London. So we were fairly taken aback at the reception of the phenomenon here, in this far-away rural camp of Land Girls.
Excitedly Vic at the window reported.
"Here's our Mr. Rhys, bringing in an officer!"
Sensation!
"An officer?" cried twenty voices at once.
"An officer?"
"Sure it is an officer?"
"Some one from the hospital——"
"No officers there! Who can it be?"
"Friend of yours, Sybil!"—this to the girl who had been playing the piano.