"Who d'you think?" she returned amusedly, taking me by the elbow to draw me aside into the porch. "I'll give you three guesses!"
"Man or woman? Ah, I needn't ask. Woman, of course?"
"As it happens, no!"
"What? A man?" I exclaimed. "But you never write to any men——"
"Don't I? I do."
"Only to one landlord," I said. "Only to the ancient Colonel!"
Elizabeth gave her gurgling boyish chuckle.
"Right in one," she said. "It is the old Colonel again. You know I wrote to him last about that loose scullery tap that we had to leave as it was. Well, he's home on sick leave now, he says, and he writes from our flat—his own flat, I mean. Only he's coming down here very shortly——"
"Here?" I exclaimed, glancing round the big hut, with its characteristic grouping of Land Girls off duty.
Some of them were still poring and chattering over their mail; Peggy, with her foot upon a chair, was cleaning her hobnailed boots; Vic, now clad in a bathing costume and her Land Army hat, was sitting on a corner of the table, swinging her legs, whistling, and stitching at a button that had come loose on her khaki breeches.